The last phone conversation I had with my grandfather went something like this:
Grandad: So Caroline, I've been cleaning out my attic these days.
Me: Oh. Why?
Grandad: Well I'll be dead soon you know and...
Grandad: Ah ah, I'll be dead soon you know and I want to decide who I'm giving my belongings to so they're less of a burden later.
Grandad: So I'm going to send you a package of something I found up there that might help you with school.
Me: A Christmas present?
Grandad: No, don't wait until Christmas to open it, you'll probably be disappointed anyway.
Me: Um. Cool!
So yes that was rather a troubling conversation, but then again pretty much all my conversations with him sound like that. The box came for me in the mail today, and from my grandad's description I was expecting like, you know, an encyclopedia or something?
Wrong! It's a 1980 Canon AE-1! I was so excited when I opened the box that I just twirled around in circles. I know it's not the greatest camera ever, but it's in really good condition and is perfect for me because I'm still a beginner. And my photography class at school only has five cameras to loan out to twenty five students, so now I don't have to wait to take pictures until I can borrow a camera. Hooray! What a nice Monday.
Note to self: Send grandfather a really nice thank you note.