I Raised Him Better Than That, DIdn't I?

I spent a very quiet Mother's Day driving to Decatur IL to deliver a finals Survival Package to son #2. We also dined together at Olive Garden (Mom's Treat) and discussed life after college. Then we went back to his dorm room. (Cue "Jaws" theme.)

Thankfully, Collin had cleaned up "a bit" for me. Still, I was appalled. Absolutely horrified. Incredulous. Does he really live like that?

Nearly every inch of floor space in his double room (no roommate this year...and no wonder...) is covered. Books, clothing, musical instruments (I didn't know he played the trombone), pieces of foam (to make LARP weapons...that's "Live Action Role Playing" for those of you living in the 1990s still), duct tape, dice (does this kid ever study????) and crumbled up paper.

His bed blocks access to his desk, so he climbs over it to get to his "living area." On the floor of the "living area" I found the king-sized quilt my grandmother embroidered for me when I got married. What the hell was THAT doing there?

"Collin--why do you have my wedding quilt?"
"Oh, that quilt?"
"Yes, that quilt." The one with all the quilt blocks embroidered with scenes from my life and signed by all my female relatives. The one where Glenn drew seven Mizzou columns and used "s's" instead of z's in the word "Mizzou." THAT one. The one that has me fishing in Carlisle Lake--my Dad's favorite fishing spot with my Uncle Ray but one I never visited. THAT one.
"I like it."

Ahhh....

He carried his mini-fridge to the car. Apparently, he hadn't used it since his first supply of soda ran out ("Who needs soda? I have water.") I considered demanding he bring more to the car since he has to be out of there on Friday, but then decided I'd rather have him bring his own smelly clothes home instead of polluting my car. I volunteered to take Tiny (his cat, reduced to ashes in an antique sugar bowl) but he decided he'd keep her with him.

Priorities, you know.