Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Mom household.
Perhaps the biggest news this week is that an earthquake struck nearby; this is the third largest quake since I moved here 25 years ago. It was initially reported as 2.7 on the Richter scale, but later downgraded to 2.3.
We have earthquakes seldom enough that the tremors caused some consternation. There were multiple calls to 911, with people worried that the rumble/boom they'd heard was North Korea bombing us. (This makes perfect sense, if you think that a likely strategic target of the North Koreans would be a small inland city surrounded by Amish farmland). The local newspaper later carried reports that objects on the top of people's dressers in nearby Millersville, the center of the earthquake, had been knocked over. Fortunately, recovery and rescue efforts all seem to have gone smoothly, and life here in our little city seems to be returning to normal.
On Monday morning, I broke a tooth. My dentist was very busy and finally saw me late in the day; she said that three different people had broken teeth that day. (I told her I blamed the Sunday earthquake). It looks like I'll need "crown enhancement" before I can actually get my new crown, although I won't know for sure for a little while. My dentist referred me to an oral surgeon who will see me next week; the surgeon has been out of the office this week, probably rearranging objects on the top of his dresser. Although it was disconcerting to break a tooth, I'm rather comforted by the nonchalance and lack of sense of urgency of my dentist and oral surgeon.
N-son played drums in church on Sunday; then later in the day both he and I-daughter sang in a beautiful local concert. N-son's ROTC commander was at the concert, and was impressed enough that he asked if N-son would sing the national anthem at the upcoming end-of-year ceremony. N-son has been avidly practicing the anthem around the house ever since. Sometimes I ask him to practice a little more quietly.
J-son had an impromptu boxing match on Monday, which had the effect of prodding his coach to prod J-son to start running again (which he'd cut back on) and to train even harder. So all this week, J-son has been coming home from the gym very sore and very tired. I love it.
K-daughter has been looking for jobs, and in the process has started helping the boys to look for summer jobs. (Thank you, K-daughter!) Right now it seems like N-son is aiming for food service jobs, and J-son thinks he'd be perfect for a job where he'd clean fish tanks. Let's cross fingers that they get hooked up (or cooked up, depending) with steady work!
My husband's classes finished up this week (oh, I suppose mine did, too, now that I come to think of it!). He gave a presentation downtown at our local CS Lewis group. He's spending Saturday (today) in Philadelphia at the Climate march, while I spent Saturday downtown at our local market doing voter registration. This was too late for our municipal primaries (which are coming up on May 16) and probably too early for the midterm elections, but it was a good practice run for a bunch of novice activists.