Saturday, March 25, 2017

You Take The Food, You Take The Bed, You Take The Books, But You Don't Have...

Let the record show that the #1 Son has moved from his college house into an apartment that will hopefully house him until he graduates in December. There was an issue with one of his five housemates involving hair clippings, destruction with a baseball bat, and an uneasy feeling casting a pall on the previously idyllic academic existence of these five fast friends, revving their engines to get out into the real world of life. Three will graduate in May, and #1 and another will follow in December. The other will be joining #1 in the apartment when the house lease is up in a couple of months.

Farmer H took the trailer to help #1 move a few weekends ago. #1 and a friend already had the small stuff done, but needed the trailer for the washer and dryer and bed and dresser. A couple things had to come home, since there is not as much room in a two-bedroom apartment as there is in a five-bedroom house with a full basement.

Farmer H had been instructed not to show up until 2:00. The move itself took a few hours. Then Farmer H planned to treat #1 and his buddy to supper. Of course, it being a Friday night, the place #1 chose was hoppin'. They had a considerable wait, and then a leisurely supper. Farmer H didn't get home until after 10:30 that night.

The next day, #1 sent Farmer H a text. Seems he needed something else for his new home. "I got up this morning and realized that I didn't have a microwave to warm my leftover pizza! Do you have one you can bring?"

Farmer H said he could make the 2-hour trip again on Sunday, bringing the microwave I had brought home from Newmentia. I'm sure it isn't up to #1's standards, but it's free, and he's only going to be there until mid-May, when he takes off for Olathe, Kansas, to work for Garmin again this summer. He will have housing provided there.

Oh, and after the shocking microwave discovery...#1 noticed that he had no chairs for his kitchen table. So Farmer H also loaded up two chairs that belonged to the drop-leaf table he had given #1 from when Farmer H had his own apartment before we met.

But wait! There's one more shocking discovery concerning the #1 Son's new apartment that you'll find out tomorrow...


fishducky said...

Even more shocking than this?

Hillbilly Mom said...

YES! But sadly, I forgot that I had promised it for "tomorrow," so you'll have to wait until I write it up!