Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Mom household.
When I was just a kid, I was transfixed by the television series Roots that I watched with my parents -- transfixed so much so, that my sewing room closet is now filled with family memorabilia that I started collecting back then. It was Roots that made me want to find more of my own family's story. So early this week, my husband and N-son and I started watching the new version of this show. It wasn't a good choice for N-son; wow, it is a cruel history. So we've continued on without him.
Even though N-son is not going to be a Roots fan, N-son is very much enjoying his culinary classes. The quote for the week happened as I was walking into the kitchen, when he declared authoritatively: "Mom, I have a thermometer, and I know how to use it!" You go, N-son.
J-son texted me early in the week and asked if he could get help on his homework. But of course. So he came over and we drafted a paper on nature versus nurture for his psych course. For what it's worth, J-son sides with "nurture". It was good to have that time and that conversation together.
Speaking of writing papers, my step-daughter, off in grad school, wrote to say that she has her first first-author paper published. Me, being on my college's promotion & tenure committee, immediately wrote back with a "ooh, and in a Q1 journal with an H-index of 71! Impressive". You go, L-daughter.
My husband started Yoga this week, and in spite of his still somewhat sore wrist (from the time last week that he didn't quite break it), he did well at yoga and liked it. And then he took off for Boston where he got to attend the IgNobels, which were (as usual) very, very funny.
I got to do a small bit of traveling myself, back to my alma mater, since I'm my class "fun chair". Actually, I was elected "Fund raising chair", but I agreed to run only on the condition that I can get rid of the "d", so maybe I'm actually the "fun raising chair". It was good to be back on that campus again -- even after decades away, it is really a big part of me.
While I was leaving the campus for home, I heard the sad news about the recent passing of one of the singers I listened to obsessively while I had been a college student. This song "Let it Rain" (which is apparently actually called "We've got a good fire going" -- who knew?) by Don Williams was one that I listened to over and over, and over, and over. I've heard people describe it as a wonderful love song, but I think of it as a song about contentment, about realizing that even when things aren't perfect, there's still a heck of a lot to be happy about, and the trouble doesn't matter so much. Thanks for that, Don.
And that's the news from the Miser family, which continues to be wealthy in adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
When I was just a kid, I was transfixed by the television series Roots that I watched with my parents -- transfixed so much so, that my sewing room closet is now filled with family memorabilia that I started collecting back then. It was Roots that made me want to find more of my own family's story. So early this week, my husband and N-son and I started watching the new version of this show. It wasn't a good choice for N-son; wow, it is a cruel history. So we've continued on without him.
Even though N-son is not going to be a Roots fan, N-son is very much enjoying his culinary classes. The quote for the week happened as I was walking into the kitchen, when he declared authoritatively: "Mom, I have a thermometer, and I know how to use it!" You go, N-son.
J-son texted me early in the week and asked if he could get help on his homework. But of course. So he came over and we drafted a paper on nature versus nurture for his psych course. For what it's worth, J-son sides with "nurture". It was good to have that time and that conversation together.
Speaking of writing papers, my step-daughter, off in grad school, wrote to say that she has her first first-author paper published. Me, being on my college's promotion & tenure committee, immediately wrote back with a "ooh, and in a Q1 journal with an H-index of 71! Impressive". You go, L-daughter.
My husband started Yoga this week, and in spite of his still somewhat sore wrist (from the time last week that he didn't quite break it), he did well at yoga and liked it. And then he took off for Boston where he got to attend the IgNobels, which were (as usual) very, very funny.
I got to do a small bit of traveling myself, back to my alma mater, since I'm my class "fun chair". Actually, I was elected "Fund raising chair", but I agreed to run only on the condition that I can get rid of the "d", so maybe I'm actually the "fun raising chair". It was good to be back on that campus again -- even after decades away, it is really a big part of me.
While I was leaving the campus for home, I heard the sad news about the recent passing of one of the singers I listened to obsessively while I had been a college student. This song "Let it Rain" (which is apparently actually called "We've got a good fire going" -- who knew?) by Don Williams was one that I listened to over and over, and over, and over. I've heard people describe it as a wonderful love song, but I think of it as a song about contentment, about realizing that even when things aren't perfect, there's still a heck of a lot to be happy about, and the trouble doesn't matter so much. Thanks for that, Don.
And that's the news from the Miser family, which continues to be wealthy in adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
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