We had a guy drive up to the house this morning, I guess maybe he was just being nosey. He started talking to Eddie about the shop, the fireplace, the gazebo, and the pecan trees. He picked up our pecan picker upper asking Eddie how to use it, then asked Eddie if he could pick up a handful of pecans. Eddie told him he could and the guy drove down to the other house and picked up some pecans, I don't know how many he picked up, but he left with our pecan picker upper. It cost over $15.00. Eddie doesn't even know his name, but he does know where he lives. We are going over there to get our pecan tool.
Then a little while later a lady down the street (that says she's kin to Eddie in some long drawn out way) calls to ask if she can come over and pick up a handful of pecans to make a pecan pie. I guess she saw the other guy picking up some. I made up an excuse and told her that the pecans were not that good yet, the ones that have fallen are dark and dry. I told her the good ones have not fallen off the trees yet. I didn't know what else to say. I didn't want to be mean, but I can just see her whole family over in the yard picking up pecans and who knows what else, when we are not at home. Eddie leaves small to large tools out for anybody to just come by and take away. I have told him as soon as we get the shop built, all of his tools need to go in it and be locked up. I know we are in the country and it's different than living in the city, but I can't help but question why a guy would just appear on our doorstop asking about everything. The audacity of the people around here get to me. I want to be neighborly and friendly, but I have never heard of such.
I told Eddie I actually think the guy was over here "casing the joint." If anything goes missing, I wouldn't put it past him to have stolen it. Eddie's mad at me because I guess he thinks I was questioning his judgment about letting the guy come on the property and look around like he did.
Oh well, I am P-picking mad now (the P stands for pecans)...