Wait, here's another way to word this: I'm trying to make them work more this summer.
Hmmm. Wouldn't it be nice, too, if I could get them so proficient at a few jobs that I could monetize them in future summers? You know, hire them out. Wait, strike that. Let's get them to be so proficient they can earn money in future summers. There we go.
Sam recently expressed an interest in someday working for Chick-Fil-A. I actually think that could work well for him. He's got the polite and friendly thing under control.
|So, maybe Google isn't omniscient. I can't imagine a more difficult way to walk to that park than to do what they're suggesting.|
|Caroline weeded this garden. The leaves from the tomatoes are so thick one could think she's hiding in there.|
Sam, meanwhile, is part of the Chris Johnson apprenticeship program for lawn care. Each time I mow, he comes out with me and gets trusted to do a little bit more. First week, safety orientation. Second week, one row. And so on. Yesterday, he mowed our neighbor's back lawn (with my supervision) as well as the patch of our patch called "Sam's strip."
Next week I begin a new painting project and they'll end up getting dragged into that. It's time to re-do the upstairs hallway and steps, and we must do so before the arrival of the new carpet.
Speaking of which, there's carpet in the basement now. Readers of this blog haven't had a chance to see that finished project yet. Next post.