I bought myself a new camera last week and ooooooh do I love it. There is a lovely little second-hand 85-mm f1.8 lens in the window of a shop in town and it is calling my name. It wouldn’t have worked on my old camera, but on my new camera, it will. The man in the shop said I could bring my camera in and try the lens out on it if I wanted to. That is my plan for Tuesday morning, before the boys return.
Speaking of whom! The boys have been away for a week with their father and return to me in two days’ time. By all accounts, they are having a glorious time in the mountains with their papà and their cousins and their doting nonno, eating all the delicious sugary food I won’t buy them and running around like wild animals in the fresh, clean, mountain air. Ah, freedom!
This is the first time I have been on my own for so long in years and years and years and the days have gone by much more quickly than I thought they would. I’d planned to use all this time to get so many things done, but I ended up doing the ordinary things I like to do, only I did them slowly and relished the doing and the space between tasks and the small pleasures of ordinary days when you can do exactly whatever you want whenever you want to do it. Ah, freedom!
It has been a treat, and I still have two days left.