This week, we got to start peeling the sticky notes off of the traditional Miser Mom Advent calendar. December 1: bring in pine boughs. [check.] December 2: get out x-mas clothes. [check again.] There are more exciting events hidden under future sticky notes, which is--of course--the whole point of advent: active waiting and preparation for The Good Stuff. I'm psyched.
This week, I got to teach my students the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus. It's a class I look forward to every time I teach Calc I. In fact, I tell my students on the first day of class that, when we get to this day, I'll wear my academic regalia. The theorem is that big. And I do wear my regalia: the robe, the hood, the cords, the poofy hat. I just love-love-love making a big deal of an idea that, frankly, is a big idea. So much fun.
|Pine boughs and x-mas clothes,|
per Day 1 & 2 calendar directions.
I-daughter called me with happy news earlier this week: her eye doctor has officially declared her eyes to be healed from the scary infection she had earlier this year. Whoop! Also, K-daughter texted me to ask if I could take my granddaughter A-child with me to church. You betcha! That's unfortunately the only contact I've had with my daughters this week. But the end of the semester is coming. (Advent! Active waiting for the good stuff!)
In other really, really, really good news: J-son has decided to move in with his former foster mom. I can't tell you how incredibly happy I am about this . . . that he's now in a safe space, being taken care of by a person who is committed to helping him, and that this is what *he* wants to do. I've mentioned before how much I admire this woman, and now I'm beyond grateful that together we've managed to steer J-son back into her care. He still has to come back to our city this next week for some legal issues that he has to deal with. (Can you hear the deliberate vagueness with which I describe this? It's yet another reason I'm so glad he's going to be under loving-yet-firm supervision in the future).
I asked N-son what he wanted me to say about this week, and he couldn't come up with much. School (culinary arts) is going well, but not in a news-worthy way. Today, he and my guy went to Philly to the American Jewish History Museum, where they got to look together at the history of N-son's [adoptive] ancestors and their journey to the U.S. Perfect for a father-son outing, right?
|N-son has been tackled by his niece A-child. |
Prewash turns away to snicker politely.