I Know It's Thursday, But Don't Really Care So Much

It bothers me when the free and easy flow of my existence, experiences obstacles. If Camron knows I am here, he will wait at one of the gates for hours but that's probably not so bad. He is usually playing with something if I look. He is a wonderful child, but there are days when I hesitate before I go outside. I'm not accustomed to either restrictions or complications and generally avoid anything that would seem to involve either of those. Why did I ever say hello? On the one hand, I can't stop teaching. Once I became comfortable with leading a classroom, or a single student, in a quest for knowledge, every event became a lesson to be pointed out and every human became a potential student. On the other hand, although there was a time when I taught for a living, and never had a bad student, I have never found young people or children to be interesting. I can't tell much difference between children and kittens or puppies. They all just bounce around and play. Camron's mother (my niece) has lived next door to me for most of her life and I probably couldn't have picked her out of a crowd. Although I saw my sister often, I never really even spoke to her daughter until a couple of years ago. I didn't dislike her, I never thought anything about her other than to watch out as I pulled in and out of my driveway through her tricycle and bicycle years. A few years ago we started working at the same place and became friends. I've always been around children, generally, but don't have any and have never wanted any, and having a child parked at my gate is kind of different. Still, what a child. I finally went outside to start mowing and within minutes Camron was running along the fence talking to me. Of course I couldn't hear him over the mower, so I shut it off and he wanted me to come over so he could show me some things. The important part at this point is that Camron has never been in my yard or closer to my house than one of my gates. Kilo (the German Shepherd) won't allow it. Anyway, although Camron won't come in my yard, he patrols my outer fence, either on foot, by bicycle, or (harder on grass) skateboard. I told him that I wanted to finish mowing my yard so he and I could start mowing the pond tomorrow to get it ready for labor day. I said that I couldn't hear him when the mower was running so we could finish talking when I finished mowing. On my next pass along that side he again runs along beside me talking and waving his arms. I again kill the mower and say "Yes?" He asked if we would be mowing the pond early in the morning and I told him it would be about the same time tomorrow afternoon. This time the starter rope was a little harder to pull. On the very next pass, there he was again, running beside me and carrying a basket. I killed the mower and asked what he needed. He asked me if Red and Yellow were good colors. I told him that Red and Yellow were great colors, and pull the rope to start the mower. It didn't start and as I was reflecting on that he said "okay then, I have a lot more tomatoes to get. I'm harvesting vegetables." It took at least five minutes to convince him to not pick the yellow tomatoes and although he agreed to only pick the red ones, I could tell that he was skeptical since my answer to his original question made red and yellow the same.