lost items

After the week of spring break and all the packing we did to prep the house for sale, there was a list of misplaced items. Things were put away somewhere with no idea of where they are now. One of those items was, of course, Trevor's back pack. We pulled a spare out of storage and set him up with all new school supplies. Riley couldn't find his wallet with his school ID in it. Neither boy had money for lunches. I am up sizing our garbage can and going to tackle the garage. With any luck these items may eventually make a reappearance. No calls to see our house yet, at the new price. I am still trying to find a home where we want to be. Offering and re offering and getting turned down. Eventually something will fall into place. Its like browsing Goodwill. Some days are more successful than others at the bargain shopping . Now that the boys have started the new semester., Tom and I agree to not rush until school lets out. Riley is taking a speech class this semester that I think is very beneficial for him . He likes all his classes. He was sitting on the end of the bed going over his first few days in the new semester and what his teachers are all like in his new classes. He has a lot of electives this semester; graphic design, modern manufacturing, speech, along with English and Science. No math this semester. He finished the freshman requirement in math. The electives are to expose the students to future careers. Riley was easy with his engineering bent. There is a whole list of available classes that sounded interesting to him. What I loved most was he knew names of students in his class. He said he even had some friends he sat with at lunch. His pre lunch class is near Taco bell so he can beat the lines and eat cheaply off campus. One of the reasons he did Burgerville was there was never any lines. He couldn't get to the other restaurants from his class in time to miss the lines. This semester his class is the closest door to the off campus restaurants. He glowed with pleasure at contemplating all those off campus meals this semester. It is cheaper to eat at Taco Bell than on campus. I had debated going free lunch with Tom out of work, but Riley told me they restrict what he can eat on the free lunch program. I want him to be able to eat what he wants. He needs the weight gain. On the other hand he told me what he has been getting; chips and candy bars and tatter tots. Not one iota of fruits or vegetables mentioned. Trevor gets these heaping spinach salads each time. Along with what ever other heaping food he can order. His problem is proportions. Moderate servings doesn't seem to be in his vocabulary. I am trying to eat at the dining table with the boys recently. I had a discussion at work with one of my co workers. She was describing to me a young man with poor table manners that had been to her home. It could have easily been my own sons. They will soon be of dating age. They had better work on their table manners. I had to chuckle to myself yesterday. Riley had on his orange slicker pants with the black stripe down the side. It was a gift from another Beaver to Tom. Riley now wears them regularly. He had tried to coordinate the pants with his shirt this time. The plaid he had chosen had orange and brown and black in it. Close, but still the slicker pants have got to go. I may just box up those elastic waisted pants for a while. If they are not in the closet, Riley will grab regular pants without thinking about it. How did I raise two boys who do not wear blue jeans. They both say jeans are too stiff and uncomfortable. I have jeans in every size just waiting to be chosen and always passed over. As we pack up, I think I will selectively sort. Some things do not need to be found again.