So, I decided to drive to Indiana to see Bill this past weekend and had forgotten what a ‘bachelor’ pad looks like. It’s obvious to me the poor man needs my help in terms of ‘decorating’ and…well…most everything else as it pertains to housing. 🙄
When Eddie and I were on our way to “The Pad” (Little Miss Dottie was with her brother…otherwise known as my sonshine 😎), I called Bill to chit chat while making the 3 hour drive. I was confident he’d have everything I needed but clothes, so I was a bit taken aback when he said this: “Uh…there’s no food in the house.”
OK. I get it. No ‘food’ means there’s just the basics: crackers, bread, peanut butter, eggs…you know, the staples. Ed and I split a hamburger outside of Terre Haute and I figured we would snack once we arrived. When we got there, Bill was at work and after lugging in my bag and pillow (can’t sleep with out it…down filled…on sale at Kohls last year plus my Kohl bucks plus my 30% off made it nice and cheap or otherwise I would have said “Hell to the no” in terms of the price 🤨) I decided to get some food out because I was so freaking hungry. And, as my family members know, when I’m hungry, I’m very VERY crabby. 😠
So…I start opening the cabinets. Plates…glasses…cutlery…pots…spice rack (minus spices😐)…and…no food. Heh? Did I miss it? I scrounged through the cabinets again and there was…no food. OK. Stay calm, Kristi. I tottered (because of my hunger I was a bit unsteady on my feet…or it could have been that I’m just unsteady on my feet) over to the REALLY nice fridge (meaning, better than mine) and opened her up. And waiting to be eaten was literally 2 bunches of brown bananas. Two. That’s it. There was NOTHING else in that son-of-a-bitch. Now, I realize bananas are food…but they are the ONE fruit I can’t stand. At all. So…with a hopeful heart, I opened the freezer and lo and behold, there was…NOTHING.
What I realized were these 2 things: Bill is very literal and truthful when he speaks, and not everybody stocks up food for weeks on end like I do. Sooooo…I gave him a jingle and he said this: “Honey, I’ll bring you food after I get off of work…at 4:00 in the morning.” Well…this was sweet but I was hungry at 8:00 in the evening. So I stuffed a banana down my gullet and when Bill arrived the next morning he brought me the staples we all should have: 2 bags of sunchips, a Hershey bar, and a ‘healthy’ organic protein bar that has more calories than a full birthday cake and tastes like cardboard on top of cardboard. *Note to family: I said birthday cake. If I’m not mistaken, I’m the next birthday we need to prepare for. Just sayin’. 🙄
Eddie and I then looked for a place to sit and read for a while, and as I really looked around, I saw there was very little furniture. Very little. In fact, his house consists of a kitchen table and 1 chair downstairs, and a bed and 3 small chairs upstairs. And that’s it. Hmmm. I decided on the bed and I think I made the right choice and as you can see, Eddie concurred. When I called Bill again and asked why he didn’t have any ‘usable’ furniture…you know, like a couch or comfy chair, he said: “I never really thought about it.” OOOKKKKAAAAYYYY!
Now when I first went upstairs, Eddie and I had to fumble our way in the dark to find the various rooms I assumed existed, and I started flipping light switches before a serial killer popped out. I tried 5 switches in a row. None worked. I finally stumbled into what I assumed was some kind of bedroom, felt my way around like Mr. Magoo, and found a lamp! Hallelujah! Then, with that precious light on I found the other bedrooms. However, since the switches didn’t work because there are NO ceiling lights in the whole place, I had to carry around a 6′, cast iron, wobbly lamp everywhere I wanted to go. I really roughed it…sorta like Laura Ingalls having to carry lantern. (I’m actually quite proud I survived this 😉).
So, Edward and I saw that one of the ‘dark rooms’ was Bill’s office. This modern day technologically impressive room had 2 computers, both of which are quite old, a filing cabinet labeled ‘student grades’ (he is not a teacher), and unopened boxes. I was actually quite dazzled by this.
Then, I walked into the other room and lo and behold it was the ‘home gym’ he’s been telling me about. At first, I had to look away. Literally. The rug on the floor was like those optical illusion posters that if you look at it long enough, it ‘spins’ and makes you dizzy. (Since I was already a bit woozy from lack of nutrition, I was scared that looking at the rug would cause me to lean over the porcelain throne).
But WOW…the ‘gym’ was quite impressive and after phoning him yet again (when you’re hungry and dizzy you don’t really think about how annoying you’re being 🙄) I asked if he was selling memberships. There was a push up board and some elastic bands. Eddie and I were stunned at the equipment he invested in.
Yesterday, after lunch (which I inhaled), we drove to Lowe’s so I could scope out their plants. I put a couple in our cart and then saw my dream: an 8′ Fiddleleaf Fig tree! (If there was sound to this, it would be like angels singing right now 👼). It was only a hundred bucks (shutty) and I almost peed myself I was so excited. Until reality set it. My jeep can only haul 6 foot long stuff and you can’t bend a Fiddleleaf tree. Bill said it was going to be impossible to get it back to my place (which has furniture and food…just sayin’) so I came up with a solution: I’d quickly trade in my jeep for a cargo van. Doesn’t this make sense to you? I was excited at the prospect of being able to haul trees but Bill, for some reason, thought this was a bit foolish. Sheesh. So then, we came across a medium sized tree that could easily fit into my jeep! But, by this time I already had a cart full of plants and I do have a small one at home. I pondered and pondered and kept walking back to it, but told Bill: “I shouldn’t get that” which actually translates into: “Talk me into getting that so I don’t feel guilty about spending more money.” However, Bill does not fully speak “Kristi talk” yet and decided to buy the damn tree himself! I was sweet about it…telling him how great it would look on his floor (no end tables in sight) and was a good sport. Until last night when he got home from work, leaned over to give me a smooch (that’s all that happened, ma…I swear…🙄) and whispered in my ear: “My fiddlefig is bigger than yours.” I will NOT tell you my response to this…let’s just say it was ugly.
Anyhoot, it was really fun visiting Bill in his ‘natural environment’ and enjoyed roughing it for an entire weekend. After this, I think I’m ready to camp out in Yellowstone. But do you know what was the best part of the weekend? No…not that you naughty peeps…it was this: Bill and I being able to laugh at ourselves, laugh at each other, and laugh at situations.
It’s been a long long time since I’ve had this. You see, my last partner made me cry. This guy makes me laugh. And you know what? It feels so good.