Check-out time from our vacation home was 10:00; could we make it?
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“Liam, hold the screen door for me,” I tell my son.
I clamor out onto the stoop with our first large suitcase
BZZZZ, BRRRRR, BZZZZ
Roars a weed wacker 6 feet away alongside a railroad tie which lines “our” gravel driveway
I barely hear the “plop” of this newish, nicest burgundy suitcase we have behind my Mazda
Did grass cuttings just spray me?
Back up the steps, I go.
“Doing good, buddy,” I tell my son.
I grunt as I lug out my large, old navy blue suitcase
barely glancing up to see the tan, middle-aged man who now trims and whacks streetside
Thank God he is a little further away!
What is THAT noise?
A push mower appears on the far side of our vacation home’s “yard!”
I wipe my upper lip
Then I check my legs, sandalled feet, and suitcases: nope- no, cut grass on me or our stuff
Back up the steps to:
RRR! and BZZZ! BRRR!
A blast of AC barely refreshes me as
I grab Liam’s little shark suitcase and white kitchen trash bags of bedding
“Liam, step back so I can get through!”
Down the steps.
BZZZZ BRRRR RRRR
I hear the Whacker but I don’t see him
Now Pusher is around the front of my car somewhere!
I unabashedly wipe my face with my shirt; it’s long. Who cares?
My mountain of our things
The Burgundy Suitcase
My old navy suitcase
the little shark suitcase for my 7-year-old son
Bags of bedding
Pusher joins Whacker around the screened-in front porch area
BZZZ & RRR!!!
My upper lip and eyebrows start to drip.
I grab my sweat rag and dab:
Screen door in,
Screen door out
Liam mostly stands here
Again, I wipe my face.
I glance at the clock: 9- something
MOVE, MOVE, I tell myself!
More baggage hits the gravel.
My mountain of our belongings grows behind my Mazda
Back up the steps.
Hold off on cooler until the end, I tell myself…
Drip drip the sweat beads go down my face
Wipe, dab, wipe at them
S l i i i i i d e
All three, all pretty, Us.
The base of the packing mountain.
Everything else goes into place.
Our 10:00 am check-out time is minutes away from being actualized!
Liam mutters, lets the door slam and is gone.
A few things remain.