Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household.
Last week, I went to give blood and nearly got turned down because my blood pressure was 101-over-49. (For the record, that bottom number was too low by one point). So I got myself stressed, and my blood pressure went up to 110-over-60, and then I was allowed to donate. Score!
In the middle of this week, I had my yearly physical (aka, the Annual Celebration of Health), at which my doctor explains to me that she really ought to exercise more and lose a few pounds. (But me, I'm fine.) I was the only person that day who biked to the doctor's office. Or probably the only person who biked there in the past month, or even since my husband had his own Annual Celebration.
My husband had his own doctor's visit this week, but he drove, because he was checking out the pain he's had ever since he slipped and fell off a rock last week in Galveston, TX. The doc said he seems not to have broken anything serious, and that the pain is probably from badly bruised muscles and will get better over time. So he winces when he gets out of a chair and when he gets on and off his bike . . . but he's still going strong in spite of the fall.
Speaking of fall, the weather is getting cold enough here that I'm flirting with the idea of turning on the heat again. I've pulled my running gloves and my biking gloves out of storage for my early morning exercise, but so far in the house closing the windows and putting on piles of blankets at night seems to be enough.
We celebrated food and the fall harvest by taking N-son to a movie that's showing nationally, but that in our area is promoted by the homeless shelter where N-son and I have both volunteered. N-son really loved Same Kind of Different as Me; it's a sweet, feel-good movie that ends with music by Brad Paisley (who I love). I enjoyed the movie through N-son's eyes, but I'm getting kind of jaded, too. Through my own eyes, I saw it as the standard trope: an earth mother who almost never gets to talk to any other women in the movie; a rich white guy who has character flaws but who eventually sees the light by doing good things for a noble (but disadvantaged) black man. And the noble black man never gets to talk to other black men in the movie. The movie was better than I am making it out to be; I'm not much fun to go to movies with now that I'm getting older!
N-son learned to make guacamole at school, and fortunately for us, he had homework. It was delicious, and we all loved it. If you wonder if dogs like guacamole, Prewash will tell you: yes, yes, they do.
And that's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be prosperous in adventures. May you and yours be similarly wealthy.
Last week, I went to give blood and nearly got turned down because my blood pressure was 101-over-49. (For the record, that bottom number was too low by one point). So I got myself stressed, and my blood pressure went up to 110-over-60, and then I was allowed to donate. Score!
In the middle of this week, I had my yearly physical (aka, the Annual Celebration of Health), at which my doctor explains to me that she really ought to exercise more and lose a few pounds. (But me, I'm fine.) I was the only person that day who biked to the doctor's office. Or probably the only person who biked there in the past month, or even since my husband had his own Annual Celebration.
My husband had his own doctor's visit this week, but he drove, because he was checking out the pain he's had ever since he slipped and fell off a rock last week in Galveston, TX. The doc said he seems not to have broken anything serious, and that the pain is probably from badly bruised muscles and will get better over time. So he winces when he gets out of a chair and when he gets on and off his bike . . . but he's still going strong in spite of the fall.
Speaking of fall, the weather is getting cold enough here that I'm flirting with the idea of turning on the heat again. I've pulled my running gloves and my biking gloves out of storage for my early morning exercise, but so far in the house closing the windows and putting on piles of blankets at night seems to be enough.
We celebrated food and the fall harvest by taking N-son to a movie that's showing nationally, but that in our area is promoted by the homeless shelter where N-son and I have both volunteered. N-son really loved Same Kind of Different as Me; it's a sweet, feel-good movie that ends with music by Brad Paisley (who I love). I enjoyed the movie through N-son's eyes, but I'm getting kind of jaded, too. Through my own eyes, I saw it as the standard trope: an earth mother who almost never gets to talk to any other women in the movie; a rich white guy who has character flaws but who eventually sees the light by doing good things for a noble (but disadvantaged) black man. And the noble black man never gets to talk to other black men in the movie. The movie was better than I am making it out to be; I'm not much fun to go to movies with now that I'm getting older!
N-son learned to make guacamole at school, and fortunately for us, he had homework. It was delicious, and we all loved it. If you wonder if dogs like guacamole, Prewash will tell you: yes, yes, they do.
And that's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be prosperous in adventures. May you and yours be similarly wealthy.
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