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The subject of this series of posts is going to be a bit different from normal. It’s a different experience for me, certainly. For today is M-4.
I sit at a borrowed computer in an apartment over a flower shop in a historic building, somewhere in small town Illinois. A small TV shows Fox News continuously on mute. I’m here on vacation to work during the busiest time of the year for florists: Mother’s Day. And I will transcribe the highlights here, as part of our Group Writing series on Bloomin’ Ideas.
How does a chemist and safety professional end up helping out at a florist shop? You could say it was a matter of adoption.
My good friend Silence (nicknames will be used to protect the guilty and glitter-covered), who I had known for a few years online on a Sci-fi forum before it was revealed that we lived in the same college, invited me down for a small town festival with his family. I became a recurring sight at family events, where they kept inviting me back for some reason. I got to know his mother, who I’ll call the Steel Rose. A tough small business owner and local politician, she just keeps on rolling, driven with incredible dedication and skill. (I am not saying that because she will be my boss for the next few days.)
A few years ago, I was in dire need of cash, so I was invited to assist with flower delivery for the lead-up to Valentine’s Day. I repeated this a few times. Now, the Steel Rose is a mistress of small business, but she has very poor luck with employees. This year was especially bad. Also, Silence and I are heading to a Sci-fi Convention and Ricochet meetup in Layton, Utah. This will take cash.
Thus, a plan was hatched, vacation time taken, and I find myself above a flower shop after a train and car ride. What happens when we start early tomorrow?
I have no bloomin’ idea…