Thursday, June 27, 2013

Fishing Buddies

Rob has a new friend, a shadow of sorts, and an avid fisherman. He's eleven.

I'm dressed, but when I hear the knock on the door, I shrug a bra on under my t-shirt. "Hi J.T."

"Is your husband home?"

"Sure." I hide a smile and open the door. "Come on in."

When I head to the back room to write, the conversation swirls around sharks and night fishing, when I emerge, two hours later, J.T. is jumping up and down and reading off stats from the stock market. 

Rob grins at me and turns to J.T. "Okay, what's the average?"

J.T. adds up the prices and rattles off a figure. "I'm right aren't I?"

"You sure are." Rob says and the two hi five. 

I'm a little surprised the talk has turned from sharks to the stock market but what do I know about little boys? Nothing. But when the two decide to clean up the pond, I know pizza is in order. I return just as they finish working. Hawaiian for Rob and I, cheese for J.T.

"Got any Thousand Island dressing?"

"I'm sure I do." Amused, I stick my head in the fridge. Never mind that Rob and J.T aren't the same age or part of the same family. The two are soul brothers.  J.T. shadows Rob for five hours, and turns down a offer to fish with his best friend, in the hopes that Rob will take him shark fishing, at night.

Not happening.

He'll have to settle for fishing in the morning, before the afternoon showers, before the lightning storms. It's one thing to entertain someone else's kid, it's quite another to turn him into a crispy critter.

"So what are you doing later?' He asks when I walk him towards the front door.

"Maybe a bike ride." I say.

"You ride bikes?' He's perplexed that old folks like us can still wheel around the neighborhood, but he's too polite to say what he thinks. "So," he shakes his head and looks up at Rob, "I'll wake up early and see you at seven?"

"If the weather's good." Says Rob waving him off.

"Cute kid."

Rob laughs. "He's not shy. I just hope he doesn't sleep through his alarm again."

"I bet you weren't shy either." I say, picturing Rob as a pre-teen.

He cocks his head. "You know, I remember a friend's mom asking what I'd like to drink with lunch and when I said tonic she gave me a funny look, smiled and said. 'I'll bet your parent's drink vodka tonics or maybe gin and tonics.' Thinking about it now, I realize they must have had a good laugh."

Kids, no matter how old they are, are pretty damned wonderful.

28 comments:

  1. Kids can say what they want, but that doesn't mean their orders are filled. Tee hee.

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  2. Rob sounds a lot like my Dad... not that he's nearly old enough, but my Dad had many, many shadows over the decades, starting with his nephews, before my Sister and I were even born and tons of neighborhood kids. They all loved being around him, fishing, camping, hiking, hearing his stories and learning new things.

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    1. It's a wonderful thing isn't it Ms. A.

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  3. my hubby will take a shadow if a fishing buddy any time.
    Too cute!

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    1. Right. Age just doesn't matter to the fish.

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  4. There is nothing like fishing with a kid and trying to think that youthfulness is still within me. You always make me smile, sweet lady!

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    1. And you should know Dannie. I loved the pics of the kids laughing and catching fish in your pond. I'm grinning back.

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  5. Great story Kelly! And on behalf of pre-teen boys everywhere, thanks for sharing your boy with them. It means a lot.

    But it seems you left out the part where Rob did something that made you really angry and swear at him. Are you slippin'?

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    1. Oh lord, I'm getting mellow. Rob and I are hip to hit 24/7 so it's great to share him with J.T. :)

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  6. lol. we both had good fishing posts this week.

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    1. Your fishing-aide was a character. I can only imagine how difficult it is to find the perfect care-giver for your loved one.

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  7. J.T. sounds like a great kid. If only there were more of him.

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    1. After some of your posts, I picture you as a good kid too.

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  8. I love that story. A man shadowing a teen or pre-teen is such an wonderful thing. Kudos to Rob.

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    1. I get a kick out of watching Rob and .T. tool around the house

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  9. Oh my gosh, that story just melted my heart. You and your very kind husband seem to be making an impression on a good kid. We never hear stories about kids are just nice and cool to be around. I like hearing them. :)

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  10. That Rob is just a kid at heart so it's perfect that he's found a shadow. They can grow up together. 😃

    This is a great story told by such a loving heart.

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    1. Of course J.T. will grow up, but Rob ...

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  11. Kids ARE amazing!! We recently brought our 10 year old grandson fishing; he caught a big Jack; quite a fighting fish. We always "catch and release",.one time a man asked for the fish saying "he needed to feed his family". We were taken back, never know who is watching and just what "they are carrying" to reflect fun, vitality and a giving nature is what its all about. YEAH ROB!

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    1. Jacks are beautiful and your grandson is a lovely young man. Loved his delight as the cormorant hopped over his arm. Your photographs are marvelous.

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  12. Oh, I love it. Kids are treasures, absolutely, and this friendship clearly means everything to JT.

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    1. I've read a few of your adventures and I think J.T. is a match for both you and Rob at his age. Now get back to work - I'm waiting on a book.

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  13. Yes they are. And it's always nice when you can borrow someone else's for the fun stuff ; )We used to borrow a neighbors boy. My poor husband is surrounded by female hormones.

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    1. Something tells me he doesn't mind a bit.

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