On the way back to New York, I stopped at a farm stand. There was a pair of beautiful pumpkins, but these were set up for display purposes. I really wanted one of them. But I found a somewhat smaller, somewhat slenderer unblemished orange pumpkin and decided that this was it. I reached to pick it up. Ooops.
I tried again, this time doing a variation of downward dog pose, but please don't do that in yoga class. Instead of the relaxed stretch from the hip into a perfect inverted V, my "hips" were at 3/4 mast, starboard, legs out, knees bent. Oh let me tell you, it wasn't pretty.
I took the pumpkin in to buy it. I asked what it weighed. Over 19 pounds. Who knew? I felt a pang of regret that it was so large as I'd have to carry it for two ten minute intervals and my coworker would have to get it home. But hey, she's young and she has small children. I didn't give it another thought as I put it in the car and headed back.
Until I got to the house.
I unloaded the car and then went to look for a bag or something to carry it in. I normally only have a "book" bag with me when I go into work. This bag includes my small but heavy purse, a train and bus schedule, street and subway maps of the city, an umbrella, flashlight and theoretical shoes. They are theoretical as they really live in my office. At the beginning and end of the week, I also carry my laptop. So it's a little heavy walking to and from the train.
Getting back to pumpkin transport, I tried using cheap plastic grocery bags. Nope, these were too small. I tried a double bagged paper grocery bag. Nope, the edge started to tear. Finally I found a reusable larger grocery bag, which was just barely large enough.
The trip to the train was pretty exciting. I'd underestimated my normal beginning of the work week load and I figure that I was carrying close to forty pounds. If it were really true that women can carry half their weight, this would have been more of a walk in the park than it was. Instead, it was slow. Meanwhile, the other bags were sliding off my shoulder, one by one. This was a surprise, because I'd tried to walk tilted. Sadly I was tilted to the left* as my right is stronger.
Staggering my tilted walk, I made the way to the station, just missing the Chicken Train. That's okay, I needed the extra time and the extra room on the slower, later train.
Once on the train, I had a row of seats to myself and Mr. Pumpkin. I figured we were acquaintances by now. At least we did not chat; instead, I buried my nose in a Tea Shop Mystery by Laura Childs.
Arriving in the city, I took extra time to get organized sufficient to walk, but in the end no matter what I tried, it was still a variation of the tilted stagger. It was a blessing that it was only another ten minutes to the office.
By the time I left the Orange Wonder on her desk, I realized that going forward, carrying the weekend load (laptop plus assorted stuff) would never seem as heavy again. My coworker was thrilled when she saw it. I hope that she didn't have trouble taking it home.
Today, the aches have subsided, but I only barely made it to the Chicken Train. There was no chicken announcement, although I did see and hear the Chicken conductor.
*We all know that New York is a blue state.