The Son who’d been living with us for three years finally moved out in November. Well… moving out is a relative term since half his stuff is still in the basement. I’ve had this crazy idea of moving the rooms around, again, trying to fix a place to entertain friends for a meal by getting a dining room area in this little house. To accomplish this, I have to move my sewing stuff back down to the basement and to accomplish that, The Son’s stuff needs to be organized and moved to one corner.
I’ve been working on his stuff for a week now. He moved to a small apartment so doesn’t have room for all he’d like to keep; of course, Good Old Mom and Dad will store his stuff. His crazy work schedule keeps him from helping me much, but I’m so eager to get it gone I don’t really mind doing the work on my own. My one observation is that he must be sockless considering all the socks I’ve found down there. I think when he runs out, he must just go buy new ones.
I was not that way as a college aged girl. I went home every Sunday to have Sunday dinner with the family and to do my laundry. I would have died if I’d had to wear an undie a second time so would have hand washed something, if necessary. I didn’t have money to just go buy new ones rather than scrounge around my room for my dirty clothes! Maybe that’s a guy thing.
He’s promised to stop by today to pick up the bags of clothes ready to go. I will tease him unmercifully about going sockless but be glad these things will be in HIS house, not mine. It will be a treasure to have a little more square feet of empty space in our little, but homey, home.
MDT/Diana Bowden Moore
