Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Mom household.
As I wrote last week, J-son kicked off the week with a great Saturday-night boxing match that went three rounds and ended in a standing TKO, something I didn't even know is possible. J-son spent much of Sunday (heck, much of the rest of the week) sleeping.
N-son got to go on a cool field trip to the National Mall and Bolling Air Force Base with his ROTC. He got to watch lots of cool competitive drill sequences. He's been since pricing training bayonets on the internet.
My husband got to go to a media event/rally in favor of Medicare, which he's still too young for. Nonetheless, he spoke enthusiastically to an equally enthusiastic crowd about the benefits of widespread medical insurance/care. Later in the week, after the non-vote by the House of Representatives, he got on a plane headed for San Antonio. This next week, he'll be kicking up his heels (and riding a rental bike) in San Antonio, in between attending the oh-so-exciting meetings of the American Institute of Chemical Engineers. Don't be jealous, everyone.
And me? I did a push-up this week. I've been doing fake push-ups (from my knees) for a while, trying to build up strength in my still-healing arm. And I finally got to the point where I could do a real push up! Woo hoo!
And finally, updates on the dog. First of all, he's resuming his maiden name of "Brody". It turns out, he's truly pitiful at living up to our wishful name of "Prewash". He'll do a half-hearted job of sniffing and licking plates, but he leaves even little bits of stew meat on the plates he passes over. Pitiful! I've never seen a dog who cares so little about food; we finally decided he doesn't deserve the honor of a title he can't live up to.
Second of all, he's still here. I'm not going to sugar-coat it; it's probably every other night this past week that I went to sleep thinking, "tomorrow he's going back to the Humane League." He's been a handful and a half, between barking and crazy energy and health issues. But N-son has been amazingly devoted and helpful, and my step-daughter keeps sending good advice. And slowly, slowly, Brody is making progress. He can mostly walk slack leash now, for example. We're working hard (and making slow, but incremental progress) on the "Look at me" command. So he's still here. His next vet appointment is Tuesday, and we're crossing fingers that this visit will be benign for once.