Digital or Bust

The luggage was packed and stacked by the door. We remembered our clothes, our shoes, our toiletries and more. The kids were tossing and turning in their beds, visions of Mickey and Minnie dancing and singing in their heads. In just a few hours we would be on our way and arrive at the Happiest Place on Earth by the end of the day! I was making a mental list of all the pictures I'd take after travelling those miles. Minnie and Mickey, the rest of the gang, posed with my wee ones lit-up with BIG smiles.



I had plenty of film (20 rolls!) and three extra lithium batteries, just in case! My carry-on sized camera bag was ready and in its rightful place.



The truck was loaded with kids and with stuff. We were off on time, well close enough. I sat back to get settled for the long drive ahead. But what was that little yellow box...the one with KODAK in red? My husband beamed as he handed it to me. My heart sunk just a little as I sat the box on my knee. I read the box, then the manual for my new shiny Kodak EasyShare. I was hoping my smiles and my Thank Yous didn't give away my true despair. My poor Rebel, did it know? Could it feel? I was sure I could use both...I would make an appeal. The new one was more mobile and easier to pack, but the Rebel was better and took nicer pictures than the new Kodak.

I rode with my present between myself and the door. My old friend sat by my feet, in the bag on the floor.