After Reading Remi's post I Needed some air Because I was Flustered and I had to garden this weekend for my neighbor, It was a nice day cloudy with a bit of rain, A welcome Relief from the burning heat even if it was a bit Humid. Everything was going nicely I had finished up the backyard then the front Patio, But as I was walking into the backyard again a young fellow Decided to follow me and talk to me I was finishing up, When I got to the back gate he was still following me, At this point he already said quite a few things like only wanting to do my job for money and some other things i don't Recall. Then some of the growing fruit caught his eye and he decided to start picking it was far from ready, But too him it was fine to eat he offered it to me but I turned it down so he lets me know he was into baseball then Starts throwing what he had picked from the trees at young branch's and the Fence, At that time I was Really angry he didn't care at all about any of it before I could Scold him he heard his mother and ran off. Then as I Sighed in relief I took a look at the damage done. I was Speechless what took so much love and time to grow taken away in a few short moments. I worked for my neighbor when ever they left on trips which was often so I had some time invested in it too, Honestly I didn't care for the money I just liked working out there by myself it was very peaceful. After doing what I could for the plants I left for home. When I got inside I took a look at all the bug bites I didn't mind so much though that's just how they lived so I couldn't hate them if I wanted too the bugs I mean.
So I took a quick cold shower then logged onto my Computer for pretty much the rest of the day
had a few nice games of L4D2 with Reimu and Nitori & other friends! After that chatted With Ichirin he really helped me cheer up along with my other friends, then later that night early in the morning a Crazy voice chat in twohou then going to sleep around 6:30 am.
PS sorry for the wall of text and any typos I finally finished typing around 6:21 am.
The kid throwing your fruit about makes me think of a boy from my childhood named Scott.
ReplyDeleteThere was this squirrel that lived in the tree in my backyard, when I lived just about an hour from Canada. I'd made a habit of feeding him walnuts from this bag that my mother had bought for baking and never used.
One day, Scott ran past me to say, "I hope you're not expecting to feed that squirrel, I smacked it with a two-by-four! Hoho-!"
...Needless to say, I never saw said squirrel again. I was kind of pissed off about it.