First Race, Final Belongings

Josiah spent one afternoon fixing up his bike.  He hasn't ridden it in quite a long time.  Years probably.  He has definitely grown out of it, but it is all we have at the moment.  He pumped up his tires.  He fixed his seat.  It has been messed up for just about the entire time he's had the bike.  Every time we tried to fix it, it would just go back to a very angled position.  He used to ride the bike standing on the pedals.  But this time, Josiah broke out the regular wrenches and the Allen wrenches and got the whole bike where it needed to be - the angle and the height.  He's ridden around the pond in front many afternoons this week.  

Josiah showed us his math quiz.  He got a 93 on it which was excellent, but the best part was the picture he left for his teacher.  He drew his whooperio and wrote "fingers crossed."  Very Josiah

We've enjoyed peaches from a local farm lately.  They have a stand near the kids' school and I finally stopped one day to check it out.  They sell the Oh Henry variety.  They were amazing and I went back for more.  We made a few peach cobblers along the way.  

This past weekend, Henry had his first cross country meet.  Todd counted about 10 teams represented.  The varsity boys team ran first and they had to wait for all of them to cross the finish line before they would start the next race.  Next were the varsity girls.  Again, all had to finish before the next group began.  The ladies were taking a bit more time than expected, so instead of running the JV boys by themselves, they grouped the JV boys and girls together.  Todd got a few good pictures of Henry, the last was him sprinting to the finish to cross before a lady.  It was good for Henry to get the experience so now he knows what to expect.  I was sad to miss his first race.

The reason I missed it was because I was heading to Texas once again.  Mid-day Friday, I got off work, checked my email, and discovered Penske had cancelled my moving van.  That was not okay.  So began the scrambling.  Moving trucks were easy to find.  Moving vans were a different story.  I finally found a Uhaul van a few towns over.  When we went to pick it up, the guy mentioned that they had just gotten the van back.  From the police.  Because it had been stolen.  When I got in the driver's seat to leave, I was overwhelmed with an incredibly foul odor.  It was not just moving van smell, there was something else to it and since it had been stolen, the possible sources for the smell seemed endless.  Josiah rode with me on the drive home and he, too, inhaled the funk.  We tried to roll the windows down to get the smell out, but for whatever reason that seemed to make it worse.  Early Saturday morning, I was back on the road to Houston.  Sunday was spent traveling to four friend's houses to get our stuff from their garages.  I also headed to the local grocery store to pick up fresh tortillas for the kids.  By Monday, I was back on the road to South Carolina.  We now officially have all of our things.  The house is an even bigger train wreck at the moment, but one day we'll get it all done.