by Pa Rock
Day Laborer
It is late Saturday afternoon and I have just completed moving my third load for the day. I have been concentrating on getting obstacle items (chairs, book cases) out of the way so the big things will be easier to wrestle out the door. I have worn out a large can of Lemon Pledge at my new place cleaning everything before it goes in the door. My major learning for the day has been that bees are attracted to the smell of Lemon Pledge! (Now that I have been stung by a scorpion multiple times, I harbor no fear of bees. They are just a nuisance!)
The Neptune Society has written again. They still want me to register for a chance to win a free cremation. When they wrote before they informed me who had won the previous month, but not this time. Could it be that this prize is hard to give away? The correspondence from the Neptune Society also contained a card offering to help me find a resting place in a nearby military cemetery - with the warning that "limited space is available!" Rush, rush, rush! Whatever became of the old fashioned practice of taking one's time with death? If the purpose of the Neptune Society is to get me to pre-register for the cremation services, which it is, why wouldn't they entice me with a sweepstakes prize that I could enjoy while I am still breathing - like a trip to Bermuda!
I am geared up to move one more load before dark. It's getting hotter which doesn't help with all of the outdoor manual labor, but this is Arizona, so at least I won't be sweating. It is, after all, a dry heat!
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