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