The neighbor boy called me a stalker. Makes you wonder what he is doing that he is worried about. When I make my laps around the complex I see him all the time. Can't be helped. And I'm not going to look away just because it makes him nervous. He is all of 11 years-old or so. I think it is funny. Unless he is truly doing something wrong like hitting a car with a baseball bat...I'm not observant enough to see it.
I try to be aware of people who aren't usual in the complex. I always watch who is playing with my kids. I watch my kids. I pay a little attention to the big kids because the little kids think the big kids are so cool. So far I haven't see anything that gets me up in arms except for Molly. And she has every one up in arms. Mostly the big kids are pretty tolerant of the little kids.
I try to always pay attention to where Josh is. I like it best when he is holed up in his apartment. And yes I see a lot of what he does and don't particularly care for it. But I just roll with it. As long as he leaves me alone, I leave him alone.
So if the neighbor kid feels stalked I guess he will have to suck it up. Nothing is changing until we move.
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