I worked my self into a sweating delirium mulching two large landscape areas at Vivien’s school. The few who could volunteer, declined. So many people backed out I didn’t even ask anyone else. Mark went with me to the site where the city gives out free mulch. Quality mulch I might add. Here I am bagging my own.
We loaded into the Campanile van and the next morning I drove to the school solo. The school was closed while the staff worked on report cards. I clipped plants, dug my water diversions trenches a little differently and weeded. Then I unloaded the free mulch bag, by bag, or plastic box. I had both. I had no pockets so I had out the key to the van in my bra.
After a couple of hours getting sweating, but making this one area of the school look better I started to leave. I loaded my shovel, wrench, spade, clippers into the van.
Where is the key? My bra had moved up half way up my breast with all the physical movement. I had lost the key.
I had lost the key after I had dumped mulch over EVERY PLACE I HAD BEEN. I was a panicking. I lost Mark’s van key once before.
Volunteering at our school doing landscaping. We never found that key and I had to spend about $300 to get a new key made. I got down on my hands and knees and started to go through every square inch of mulch. Keep in mind it’s a fairly large area. Each of the two beds is about 15 to 20 feet long. A dad at the school is one of maintenance workers for the site. He was very kind and dug through the trash with me and combed through several square feet of mulch.
That damm mulch.
It’s one key with a Petco tab on it.
We couldn’t find it. I dreaded calling Mark who was with the kids at Rex’s hip hop class.
He sounded annoyed, but thankfully he said the magic words, “I have a spare.”
I didn’t think we did. I waited till he could drive over.
“Stop putting your key in your bra.”
I know, I’m sorry.