Slice of Peace
Just an update…
Well, the house is back to normal! Almost. I still find a piece of evidence, (i.e. a food wrapper, an empty soda can,) that my space was invaded. Restocked paper goods, fridge refilled, snacks and fruit replenished. Two pounds of grapes still unaccounted for. No one will admit not leaving me even one! No more toilet jiggling, no more dog, I can walk around in my socks again. All lights, TV, electric off, nothing being charged or left on when the house is empty.
I love that word—empty. You know, it is getting a little too quiet in here. I know! A room for rent sign!!! Nah.
BETH’S DAD A.K.A.
(Editor’s Note: Refers to “Slice of Life” column)