Mercy Drops

The back yard is once again a pond. We thought the dirt we had hauled in several years ago remedied the situation. We just have to wait it out and soon it will recede. In the past, the back yard would get so deep, it would come into the house. I had a sump pump to drain some, but the constant use burned the pump up.
I took the Canon S95 out for some azalea shots this morning in the short time the sun and blue sky appeared. Later on, I traveled down to Alligator Lake and walked along, spotting some remaining white pelicans and two ospreys. Earlier, I was at Watertown Lake trying to out wait two eagles on the limb, waiting for them to fly. Unfortunately, I was using the D40 with the dust spots galore on the sensor. Upon downloading, few if any were usable. I will just have to stop using the camera that got me started in digital DSLR. It would cost more than a new D40 would cost if I sent the camera to Nikon for repair.
I am also coming to the conclusion that the 180mm 2.8 is a hit and miss, sometimes sharp, other times terribly fuzzy. But...that could be attributed to my poor focusing ability as well.
It would be nice to invest in the 70-300 or a 400mm.
Melanie had two interviews today from home. One, at Columbia Correctional, nine miles down the road, offered her a job. She is hoping the other, which would be what she is doing now, from home, will offer her the job. She really does not want to work in a prison and I cannot blame her in the least.
My prospects for a job remain dim, but hope I hold out that sometime before I die or get too old to work, I will find a job I do not mind doing. I have little hope for that.