Working...

I have been working for my uncle the last two days. I feel rather important, saying it like that. Like I'm actually old enough to have a real job that requires manual labor. Which isn't necessarily true, especially since I've only worked two days in a row, so far. It's my first year working pollen, so at this point it's still rather fun though. I don't think manual labor is supposed to be fun. I suppose it won't be once I've done it for a few days.

I worked Thursday, and Uncle Dave pretty much just showed me the ropes. I helped run the sifter most of the day. It's actually a pretty interesting process, preparing pollen for the trees. Or rather, extracting the pollen from the flowers. Or whichever one it is. Hahaha - anyway... that's that.

Yesterday, we had to get a shipment off by four, and only realized that at two o'clock. So we had two hours to get the rest of the pollen off the racks, finish sifting it, bag it up, and put it on ice. Not to mention running to WalMart to buy three ice chests to ship it in. We didn't think we were going to make it - but we did, with exactly four minutes to spare. We were excessively proud of ourselves, as you may well imagine.

Afterwards, Uncle Dave and I sifted a whole bunch of pollen joined with some intellectual conversation.

Well... 'heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's off to work I go!'

P.S. I can't believe I just quoted that song. For the record, it's like the lame-st Disney song ever, for the most part. Unless you're a bearded man who's shorter than me and likes to march around with an ice pick. Or whatever it is those guys march around with. Anyways...