Aren’t I clever?
…I don’t HEAR anything…
No, I had nothing to do with this. It's courtesy of my friend Alice in Kidderminster, England (along with the zippy prose).
Day two of the bus. The morning went fine. I waited for the bus again. Monday I probably won't. It seems safe over there or as safe as they are anyplace these days.
They called me from the Hoover Middle School parking lot, exactly where they were supposed to be and said they were walking by way of their old school. Couple of blocks further but it has a traffic light at the busy street so I said fine. Then they called to let me know they'd made it as far as John Muir (old school) and were still walking. Rebecca's back hurt and Rochelle was carrying both backpacks. Then they called again to tell me to go to the sidewalk and look to my left. There they were waving madly. I think they've got it but I'll show them the shorter route again this weekend. They didn't realize they were going out of their way a little. Not that many streets cross the tracks so they had to walk below our house and double back. No biggie.
I'll see what caused Rebecca's backpack to be so heavy. She may have added rocks when I wasn't looking. She shouldn't have much except her binder and maybe one text and one reading book.
The cell phone was obviously a howling success so it's on my list of eventual purchases. Meantime, they'll continue to carry Ray's. If I leave and he needs to reach me, there's always the land line. We tend to forget we have one. How easily we adapt to technology.
Speaking of cells phones, some of you were thinking about them for your kids. I'm going to investigate this one too. Thanks Jerry.
Rebecca has recovered and just headed for her friend's house two doors down. Rochelle is across the street playing ball and Elcie is being lazy. She's entitled. They ate dinner as soon as they came in (back to school schedule on meals most of the time). I try to have dinner prepared when they come in most nights. It's early but they're starving and it saves some refrigerator raiding and then not being hungry for dinner. They can always snack later.
And me? I'm watching an Eagles concert taped in Melbourne, Australia. I like the Eagles as much as I do ABBA.
This morning I finished up rearranging drawers and putting a lot of clothing either up for next year or out the door. I have all the clothes either put away or hung neatly in the closet. I have two loose hangers left which means at some point I need the girls to stay put long enough to try on about 18 pairs of jeans. They keep wearing the same 2 or 3 over and over. They have 30+ in the closet (not counting the 3 pairs on their bodies. It may be a little excessive. I can't pass up a cute pair of jeans or top at the thrift store and some were passed down from friends. I do the same with their clothes or I donate them.
Hi and welcome to Caloden, mom to two boys and a girl. She's a new visitor here but I've been reading her in a couple of places for a while now.
Her comment started me thinking. When my two sons were going to school in San Francisco, they rode the regular city buses from the time they started middle school to the time they finished high school. We didn't have a car until the last two years I lived there; San Francisco is one of those cities where a car is sometimes more of a curse than a blessing. I didn't really worry about them too much.
Now I wonder. Have the times changed that much in those almost 20 years or did I worry less because they were boys? Perhaps I did or maybe we fret more as we grow older. It's something to think about. Anybody have any opinions? We love our kids equally but are boys easier than girls or is it the other way around.
Take care everyone and have a great weekend.