On Apples and Trees

6/30/2003

Bunches of things happening lately, and as usual, some of them do involve cameras.

Last monday night (I can't believe it's been a week already) I picked up my brother from the local airport. He is here to visit my parents and flew in from Norway.

Nah, we didn't talk cameras. He bought the Nikon 5700 about a month or two before I did, and what's to learn anyway.

Besides, he also hauled out a shiny new thin billion giga something or another Mac and told me he would show it to me... as long as I didn't get jealous.

Ok ok... so I'm thinking about it, but not until I leave the business world, because they still are tied to Bill the anti-Christ and all of his software.

But anyway, he is off to visit and left me with some ideas that I suspect just might make their way into this diary in the very near future.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I went to work, and Mrs. went on over to the lake to spend most of the week with my son and 2 of his friends from school. Then Mrs drove home on thursday evening and I dropped her at the airport so she and my middle child could wander Europe together for a couple of weeks.

I got to drive on back to the lake and spent a 3 day weekend there with my son.... well, sort of. We ate together and then poof, he vanished into the world of his friends.

Twelve years ago my oldest took that picture of me jumping the big surf on the waverunner. I remember that day very clearly, for I had just spent an hour or so with my 5 year old son sitting on the boat with me jumping wave after wave.

"Dad" he said, "This is too much fun to be real."

This time around I stood on the pool deck and watched as the rider became the ridee (?) as he took his 10 year old nephew out into the surf.

He had a blast, and so did I.

I am a bit more cautious these days, ever since that jump that went bad about 4 or 5 summers ago. The waves were too close together and the handelbars hit me in the face, and there went another 27 stitches on the chin.

This time I had my primo jump early in the day and I thought for a moment that the boat just might tip back on over with me... but it didn't, and I'm still smiling.

It's said that an apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Kinda looks like it from here.