We’ll worry about it Saturday.” This is the only the second year I’ve gone to the trouble of locking up our donation. In past years, the bags have a way of walking off in the three days between their delivery and the following Saturday. Sad, but true. Amy, though, wanted to do MORE. She started distributing bags among the plots. And, she started spreading mulch around the fruit trees. (I like to wait until the soil warms up more before mulching, but as faithful readers know, sometimes, the ants take over the mulch bags and I get literally eaten alive by the time I start spreading mulch in the flower beds and herb garden). Barb shows up and asks that we not mulch any more trees because she and Frank are going to build us wooden enclosures for the trees. Then, Amy had to return to work. That slacker.
initially planned to pick up 2 cubic yards of premium top soil from Kurtz Brothers that had been donated to us by the City of Columbus. Love you Seth! I had also arranged for wheelbarrows and volunteers to help empty and hose down the truck. But, with the morning rain, I wasn’t looking forward to shoveling mud out of the truck. And, I REALLY wanted to get our picnic table.
An employee in the parking lot directed me to the Will-Call/Service desk. This was rush hour. There was a long line. I couldn’t find Trish. I tried calling her again and got a frustrated person who was standing three feet from me and said she’d get to me eventually. Sigh. When I was finally waited on, they couldn’t make heads or tails of my P.O. number. Luckily, Trish happened to call them just then. Of course, she knew exactly who I was and what I wanted. Thing was, she was at the opposite end of the store. So, I got back in the truck and drove to the Commercial side of the store. All of our order was there on a cart – except the picnic table. They couldn’t find it. I explained that the website said they had them in stock. That was met with derision. Oops. Colin was dispatched to find it. I mentioned that the customer service desk knew where the tables were. I was not wrong. They were outside the store on display. I had to explain to them how to load the truck (being a lawyer, and all, that doesn’t want to kill anyone while driving back north on I-71 during rush hour) and insisted that the table go in with the top on the truck bed.
4:45: I get home and make myself a quick pesto pasta dinner (from frozen pesto I made from my SACG garden last Fall).
Be there or be square! Many hands make light work.