Hint Fiction offering for this Friday, March 15, 2013
Karen quit smoking 35 years ago. Joe’s eyebrows soared when she sat and lit a cigarette. ‘It makes no difference now,’ she said.
Zach and I left for class at 8:30 this morning. We returned at 3:30 this afternoon.
Now you might ask what one hour long class could possibly stretch into a 7 hour marathon. I will grant you that History of the English Language could indeed have manifested into an all-day event. However, such was not the case.
We had a side adventure. It was a side adventure involving British accents, compost, and a University agricultural station.
It all began last night. My daughter called with a request. Would I, could I please go with her husband Simon to Lonoke to pick up a load of compost for his garden boxes.
I’m such a pushover. I agreed. Said agreement found me hooking the trailer to Bruhonda this morning at 8:00 a.m. or thereabouts, proceeding to drop Zach at class, making a stop at Harbor Freight for a large tarp, and stopping again at Subway for a couple of breakfast sandwiches, retrieving Zach, and then moving on to pick up Simon.
The British accent, in the form of Simon, sat in the back seat. He had found free compost through his current assignment with Heifer at the University of Arkansas-Pine Bluff agri station in Lonoke, some thirty miles from us.
We drove on. We loaded compost. Actually the guys at the agri station loaded it for us. We just tried to hold the tarp in the wind until the first scoop landed in the bed of the trailer. Ah, the smell of manure in the morning made pungent and sweet by rising Arkansas temperatures.
Upon return we found, yet again, that maneuvering that trailer in a cramped space between trees, bushes, large rocks, and a couple of pipes buried for horseshoe playing is not something I’m good at.
Oh well. We managed to unload it with Zach and Simon doing most of the work.
Then I got greedy. I wanted a load for us too. I listened to Zach bitch and moan. He went back with me anyway.
That second load was heavier than the first. It took 4 of us to unload that one. We’re very fortunate that Bob and Tony were home when we got back.
Poor Bru. He burned through a tank of gasoline getting those two loads of dirt back to Little Rock. It was still a bargain!
And tomorrow Falon and I are taking Bru and the trailer on another adventure. This time Bruhonda is headed to Bauxite for ten 55 gallon barrels. They’re cheap. We are making rain barrels and compost barrels.
I can’t wait.
So far this week I’ve only added 3 new projects to the over-filled lists of projects.
I’m way ahead.