No. I am not posting via crackberry from the top of Everest, I am in my very own house. The wife and children are in California visiting the Grandparents, and I’m a Bachelor until they get back.
I’m a pretty tough guy. I’m not afraid to sleep by myself in a house in the woods. I’m not even afraid to sleep in a tent in the woods by myself. I’ve done it many times.
This last week I’ve slept with my head under the covers. You see, I’ve gotten used to the idea that if the monsters/bad guys show up they will go for the easy meat (my wife and children,) first. I will wake up to their cries and take appropriate action (fight, run away?) Now though, I am the easy meat.
I do not sleep as well knowing I may be eaten alive in my slumber, or wake up dead.
I’m out of food. There was food in the fridge and pantry the first few days. Tonight though, I found some expired Orville Redenbachers popcorn in the back of the pantry. I’m out of diet coke. I could go to the supermarket. But I never seem to think of that until I’m home.
Where do my laundered shirts come from? What laundry do we use?
In '02 when we moved here we had top loading washing machines. Now we have side loading washing machines. How do I use these?
Today I left the air conditioning on with the door closed in the room with the AC controller. That room stayed hot. The rest of the house if freezing.
I’ve gotten used to all the noise of the kids. Before it was like those old jungle movies where the heroes complain loudly about the drums beating in the background constantly.
Suddenly the drums stop.
“I don’t like it,” they say to profound unease. “It’s too quiet.”
I feel like Shackleton trapped in the polar ice. Perhaps I will mount an expedition to Sheetz and hunt down some combos.
I can’t wait till they come home.