A Metaphor

I remember the chilly day that Tracy and I rode our three-wheelers up into the mountains to explore some new trails, and we discovered a 30-foot tall saguaro cactus. It was so fortunate that I'd already developed a habit of carrying a camera with me ALWAYS....

You'll have to click on the photo to see me. I'm standing at the base of this giant.

I think it was 1996, or maybe even 1995. We had our little house on Daytona Avenue and we didn't have our son Shay yet.

Fast forward to 2011. Gary and I went up into the mountains one day, and I insisted on climbing up to see the huge saguaro. What I found was a pile of sticks, down in the bottom of the canyon. My huge cactus had fallen and dried up into nothing.
I later dug up all the photos like the one above, so I could show Gary what the big deal was. The pictures were a shock, I didn't know that I looked like such a baby face back then! I was a child! And here I was, next to this healthy, vibrant cactus reaching for the sky.
Now here we are in 2011. Not a baby face anymore. And my giant cactus friend is a memory. Ah, a metaphor.

Been Busy

New job has been keeping me preoccupied, the new guy is a welcome distraction, and as usual this time of year has all kinds of events and activities that I try to keep up with.
This week the Desert Storm boating event is here in Havasu, and it is an interesting collection of high dollar boats and so much money it makes you want to throw up a little....

Gary took the day off so he could hang out with me. He just didn't realize that all the hanging out would be on Main Street during the boat show. ALL DAY!!!

Boss Tony did some interviews.

We had the boats on Main St from noon till 9:30 pm, must have talked to hundreds of people. Also got to catch up with a lot of old friends, which was very nice.

By quitting time, we were DONE!