Yesterday afternoon I was toiling away planing down a pile of 2x6's from an old collapsed redwood deck to save them from the dump. A couple of kids, obviously brothers, pedaled up on their bikes, maybe 10 and 8 years old. "Hi Ed, what are you doing?" I have no idea who these kids are and am embarrassed to ask. I'm kind of a fixture here since I am the only one staying the extreme winters, so everybody knows me; I know all the adults, but the numerous kids and grandkids sometimes escape me. There are about 50 cabins hereabouts, and I didn't recognize these two youngsters. Bad with name, faces, and especially kids from recent centuries.
"What are you doing?" I explained about saving the redwoods and such, which didn't seem to make much of an impression. Then the older kid asked if I would like a toy boat and held up a folded paper boat. I carried on about what I was doing and asked them about what they were up to, which was riding their bikes around the neighborhood and maybe going on a hike later.
"Would you like a toy boat?" Again. "Well, yes, I would like a toy boat. Thank you." Have a nice day. Some people's kids … are precious. The boat goes on the shelf. Life is good.
"What are you doing?" I explained about saving the redwoods and such, which didn't seem to make much of an impression. Then the older kid asked if I would like a toy boat and held up a folded paper boat. I carried on about what I was doing and asked them about what they were up to, which was riding their bikes around the neighborhood and maybe going on a hike later.
"Would you like a toy boat?" Again. "Well, yes, I would like a toy boat. Thank you." Have a nice day. Some people's kids … are precious. The boat goes on the shelf. Life is good.
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