Packing With Whacker and Pusher

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

BZZZZ BRRR

Did grass cuttings just spray me?

Back up the steps, I go.

“Doing good, buddy,” I tell my son.

BZZZZ BRRR!

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

BZZZ BRRR!

Thank God he is a little further away!

But then…

RRRR!

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.

Whew!

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

BZZZ BRRR

The Burgundy Suitcase

RRR

My old navy suitcase

RR

the little shark suitcase for my 7-year-old son

RRRRRR

Bags of bedding

BZZ

BRRR

BZZ

BURR

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:

RRR

Screen door in,

Screen door out

Liam mostly stands here

BZZ

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

BZZ BRRR

Back up the steps.

More bedding!?

Hold off on cooler until the end, I tell myself…

Beach bag,

Knap sack.

Okay, okay!

BZZ, BZZ!

RRRRR!

Drip drip the sweat beads go down my face

Wipe, dab, wipe at them

Suitcase, suitcase

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.

I remember.

Peace.

Our 10:00 am check-out time is minutes away from being actualized!

Sweat drip,

I wipe.

Liam mutters, lets the door slam and is gone.

A few things remain.

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