Doing Your Homework

The Boy Scout never ceases to amaze me. 

At school, he is the teachers pet. Well, most of the teachers. One of them only tolerates him and his big presence, over confidence and ready opinion, the rest seem to adore him. He shows up early, ready to connect, putting himself confidently out there in a way that makes me envious. He advocates for himself with the professors and the staff. He wants to have them all over for dinner. They have standing invitations as soon as they are no longer his professors. 

His super power has worked in his favor, getting him on-campus work that has covered his tuition, specialty work studies and now, and best of all, an internship with an aged (so about our age) master garden who, in the past, was the director of the Portland Japanese Garden. 

Boy Scout wants to specialize in ornamental pruning. There is a good demand for qualified pruners here in town and they can make a really decent hourly wage. The more experienced of them can bring in $150 to $200 per hour. The benefit of that is that it would limit ladder time and, as the American Medical Association recommends that people over the age of 50 should not climb ladders, that is a great big bonus.

It’ll be interesting to see where this leads him. He remains open to the journey.