So. He ate a good breakfast, a bowl of cereal and fruit.
A couple weeks back, I went to GoodWill and picked up a half dozen pair of shorts for him, and as many matching shirts. Middle school is a time when brand names become important. I was able to find the 'good stuff'. I brought them home, tossed them in the wash. Today, he put on a pair of And1 shorts he hadn't worn yet, and thrust his hands in the pockets. He pulled something out and made a strange yelp. Someone had left a $10 bill in the pocket.
That started the day off quite cheerfully, to be sure.
We wanted to get up to the retirement property early before it got hellish hot. We skipped the showers, because I was going to be working in the garden. Tim was going to be brush hogging. William was going to help me. Much to my surprise, he did so quite cheerfully. He had two jobs: helping with the weeding and dropping Japanese beetles into a cup of gasoline. He did both things with gusto.
While we worked, we talked about changes, and how sometimes, a person might feel moody and angry and not quite sure why. We talked about ways to handle that. We talked about the need to go off alone sometimes to give yourself time to settle down. I felt like it was a productive discussion.
My garden is looking so much better, and the plan is to go back up and stay over night Saturday night, through Tuesday night. If I get up and put four hours in my garden for those three days, I will have tamed the mighty weed patch.
We left at noon to head off home for lunch. William ate. And ate. He ate more than Tim. There were no snacks this afternoon. We walked. He went to the playground. No meltdowns today. I promised him that I was going to sing this to him every time he fell apart. We serenaded him in the truck and he laughed like crazy..
I made the perfect baking power biscuits today. I learned how to make them flakey. I've always used softened butter. This recipe called for cold butter. I learned some neat tricks, and was happy at my results. Tim was too.
After supper, I made up a dish of potatoes and creamed chicken in gravy along with a couple of those biscuits still warm from the oven and took them down to Jim, our newest tenant. He seems to be adapting quite well to life in town. His deck has been a wonderful comfort to him. He has plenty of wildlife to take pictures of, and he sees the bald eagle regularly. While we were leaning on his railing, watching the river roll by, two Amish came wading up the river fishing. They waved to Jim and he waved back. He mentioned that he saw them a few days back and they visited, them from the water, and him on his deck.
He also mentioned that he wanted stairs to go down the embankment to the river so that he could do some fishing. He was going to hire a guy. "Jim," I said. "Let me explain to you about landlords..." We'll build him a flight of stairs.
I'm so glad to see him content.
This is liable to be a busy week for me. I'm headed back out to my son's house on Wednesday and will stay until the baby is born.
Such a happy time.