I won't see much of Camron for a few days. His Grandfather has decided that he and Camron are going to restore the 47 Chevrolet business coupe together. I talked with Bill about it yesterday and he said that since Camron will own the car some day, they are going to build it together, starting with sanding the body. I almost started laughing, but considering the dynamics of family, then family vs. (related) outsider, that wouldn't have been a good thing. Bill will either learn the truth and adapt, or spend a while not adapting until one of them ends the cooperative project. Camron will not perform mundane chores for a prolonged period of time. (How can he when the safety of the entire universe is always right there, on his shoulders?) And Bill has no patience with anyone who breaks the routine he has used to restore cars for the past 45 years. Camron absolutely won't do anything that he doesn't want to do, and if it's not fun or exciting he quickly stops doing it, and Bill will not be defied. How can this possibly work? Actually, I hope it does. Bill is a mechanical genius and fairly artistic to be so insensitive (he used to drain his oil on the lawn), and Camron has already learned a lot from him. It would be really nice if he can learn what his Grandfather is the very best at. In the 20+ years he has lived here, he has built some incredible cars out of the most unlikely looking shells. This car is not only nearly whole, the original engine runs. It's just that Bill's image of Camron patiently sanding the left front fender, to perfection, is still too funny. I can't not laugh so I'll have to stay away from him until after the big explosion.
I was too tired to mow the berm when I got in, but did something else sort of productive. Buddy's favorite new game is to run along his West yard/pond area fence with Bill's dogs. He was scratching himself up powering through a rose hedge and the lower branches of the pine trees, and since he is sort of like Camron and will not alter his behavior over mere pain, I took control of the rose bush, cut the lower branches off of the pine trees, and created an obstacle-free pathway where he can run. I also moved what was left of the herb garden. Buddy was right. That was a ridiculous place to have plants.