I started a part time seasonal job merchandising nursery plants for a big box store. No, it’s not Wally World. I love working with plants. It’s therapeutic. What a fun job – playing with pretty flowers for 5 hours on random days. And I get paid for it. Superb!
The truth is I feel like I’ve been run over by a semi-truck. Not once but several times. I ache in places I didn’t know I had muscles. My knees throb. My feet are numb. My nails are broken and I can’t get the dirt out of my cuticles.
Yep. This is fun. Having a grand time.
It rained this morning. I arrived at 7 a.m. and started moving Boston Fern hanging baskets from an A-frame rack. Do you know how much water a fern basket can hold? Enough that by 8 a.m. my shorts, socks, shoes and shirt were soaked. Not just wet but dripping. I wore a new t-shirt which I purchased large since I knew it would shrink in the dryer. Wet t-shirts on an over 50 (even a fairly athletic over 50) body is not good.
We received 35 carts of various plants. Many of the store employees took a rain day off. My associates with the plant merchandising firm were no-shows. So it was just me. And 35 carts, 5 shelves high. Merchandising during recurring thunderstorms. I squeezed water from my gloves seven times. Soil impacted gloves and rainwater make mud. Lesson learned: Do not wipe your nose with soil impacted gloves saturated by rain. No one . . . and I mean no one . . . will tell you about the brown streak on your face.
The good news is the shorts that fit snugly when I started this venture are now much looser. So loose that after they became saturated by the dripping ferns and thunderstorms, they began to sag. If I had known my shorts were going to hang past my crack, I’d have worn boxers. Then I could have really made a fashion statement.
I arrived home and found particles of plants in places where the sun doesn’t shine. Don’t ask me how they got there. I have no idea. I was so tired, I didn’t care. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. It was a challenge to stand for more than five minutes. My knees shook, my muscles quivered, my toes curled with cramps.
But it’s all good. I’m having a ball.
Thank God it’s almost over.