blazes in through the tinted windows of the taxi. i am on the way to a theatre festival, in which my six year old is participating. nothing genius like. there are so many children participating in the dances following the actual play, that the school has three days holidays to accommodate the seven shows.
the husband has acute laryngitis. exhaustion and pain. sitting for four hours to watch the only three minute dance you want to watch does not seem worth it. add to that, a hyperactive four year old who does not, will not, understand the concept of 'sit' and 'wait.' it is easy to spend time on the play station. they do just that.
i have been taught the basics of camcorder recording. i pray i'll get a decent seat. decent enough to sit and record rather than walking in the hall to get a visual angle. my knees shake when i have to bring out the camera in public. the video-thingie is even worse. always been the husband's prerogative.
but, in the hot AC cab, all i can think of what the daughter will say when she sees me alone. the first thing she'll ask me is where her acha is. where avi is. then, try as i might to be lightning quick to wave my magic wand of cheerful distraction, disappointment will flit through her face. her bright eyes will get dark, an invisible curtain falling to seal the sadness within.
the play is brilliant, considering they are school kids. the dances are good, especially if you have your child gesticulating and hopping in what she considers to be dance steps. i get a good seat. middle row balcony. i zoom in to get the nuances, zoom out to get the whole picture. i am ever so slightly conscious of being single. never happened for once in the last almost seven years.
the dance over, i can enjoy other programmes without the stress of getting it right. the recording. oh. close the shutter thingie. switch of that button. Ting! red light comes on. i forgot to press record. i sit there in my good seat without seeing the twelve dances that follow.
PS
yesterday.
4 comments:
Oh dear. That's a sad end. Did she freak out when you told her it didn't get recorded?
I hate these things too...in fact, got a camcorder from my s-i-l several months back and am yet to take it out and read the manual on how to use it. Am scared will end up deleted E's first recording on it...of when she was born. So just take all the videos with my camera instead.
not so much as her father. he didn't freak out, he just went so quiet. i lost all appetite :D
Ha ... it happens sometimes, but it can be so disappointing too.
But all said and done I never use a camcorder (nor do I have one) I make do with the point and shoot camera (with minimum buttons) But they have some very good High Definition video quality.
Here is one 6.5 mts snippet that I shot with it. In fact its a mix of still shots and videos.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEdPeEToGWk
fancy meeting you here. i remember the ginger shot and pictures of an old aunty who still embroidered... on flickr!
my husband is the official videographer and the photographer because he does a better job and absolutely loves it... this was one of those times i was handed the anton. now, i think i won't be trusted ever again :)
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