A day off school and work

Yesterday’s four inches are melting fast today.  Jan saw three bluebirds in the back yard this morning.  They must be passing through; we don’t have enough meadow about to keep them happy.  No rail fences to sit on, either.  My mental image of bluebirds.  The wrens already are jousting for the wren houses in the oak tree. 

I’ve talked to Emily and Hamilton about the sort of summer jobs they might find.  It’s been so long since I’ve thought about more than Cousin Camp in the summer.  Now half the cousins live here.  Always planning, Grandma suggested they could take the week of spring break in March to hoof it around town and see what might be available.

Then Presidents’ Day dropped right into our laps.  The library, where I envisioned Emily volunteering for the summer, is not open today, but they already love Emily, who has borrowed hundreds of books and music CD’s on her six month old card.  I’m sure they would have her in a heartbeat to re-shelve books.

At supper last night I approached Hamilton about making the rounds today, get a head start, so to speak.  That suited him and then a little miffed Emily said she would like to go, too.  “I can get a work permit, Gramma.”  So, the plan for today.

First stop, the big nursery/garden center they can walk to.  Already the sign announces experienced nursery workers wanted.  Apparently enthusiasm helps, too.  They came out with applications.  We went down into the village and they went into the two restaurants.  “Can you work weekends?”  They came out with applications.  We stopped at the golf course, too, but the dynamic duo couldn’t find anyone about, and we came home.

So far this afternoon I have handed over Emily’s social security number, told her the trade names of job duties she had in the past.  Emily worked after school last year restocking shelves, pricing and bagging at a little store near her old house.  Yes, she was only thirteen, so the name of the store will remain a secret.  Her applications are complete.

Hamilton is off at the movies with Sarah. (I have no idea how he acquired a girlfriend on such short notice; especially one who already had a boyfriend.  They both play trombone? Maybe I’ll ask Emily.)  He won’t be done today, but we’ll get the applications back quickly.

I did stop at the town hall to check messages.  There were none.  What road garage but ours would have a line strung from the leaf machine to dry the garage rags?