aeryn

I have a new man in my life. Our relationship started out slowly about a year and half ago. He stopped by the first time when I was working in the yard and chatted with me. The next time I saw him about a month later, he rang my doorbell, and then raked my leaves. Since then it has been growing until I see him almost daily. He keeps some of his things at my house and now owes me money. He calls me Babe. His friends see me on the street and wave. He has started fixing some broken tools without being asked. Men can be so insidious.

His name is James and he says he is a diabetic. I know he needs the money for some type of medicine, though Im not sure that he buys it from the pharmacy. I try not to think about it when he shows up and takes his lawn mower out of my shed, off to make his rounds of knocking on my neighbors doors looking for work to get what he needs. I ignore it when in the morning my store of my return for deposit bottles is gone. I say Of course, of course- Ill see what cash I have when he tells me a story about needing a tool to fix his lawn mower and I give him a loan against future yard work. At least, he is industrious. And I dont have to mow my lawn, or rake my leaves. But I cant help thinking that some day he wont ever show up again for anything, leaving me with an extra lawn mower as his memorial.