The House is Empty

Sam and his buddy Ben decided to get an apartment.

It’s right around the corner from our home, and I don’t quite understand why he’d want to pay huge rent, but I do get it.

It’s time to give life a try, and we are hoping that it will force him to not depend on us for everything.

Yet, on the way out the door, he asked about a lot of our stuff. 

He took a bed, a microwave, pots and pans and plates and silverware.

He also asked about the Ramen noodles in the pantry.

“I’m not eating them,” I said. 

“Chicken patties too?”

“They’re all yours,” I said.

There will be a bit of an adjustment.

Dinner won’t be much of a battle.

Late night parties won’t be here.

Of course, I made sure he had a little bit of pocket money too, and I did that because for a second there I was feeling guilty because I was looking forward to cleaning out some of the clutter.

I’m all fired up about cleaning his bedroom and the other room that he used as a storage space.

It was impossible to sit in the house with just Kathy and Miller hanging around.

(Ollie was on a stay-over weekend with Jake).

“Quiet around here,” I said.

“Get used to it,” Kathy said.

Ten minutes later:

“Jake and Sam will both be here for dinner tomorrow.”

I smiled.

Of course they will.

“We have a lot of house for just two people,” I mentioned.

“Sure do.”

Seems like an end of an era.

Was a long, long, long time ago when things were this quiet.

I heard the door open and Sam called out.

“What are you doing?” I called down to him.

“Nothing! Just had to grab a few rolls of toilet paper.”

My grocery bill may not go down all that much.