Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household.
My husband probably wins this week's award for going places. He's been to at least four big cities, and only slid the car into the ditch once*. What cities has he been to and why, you ask?
Me, I've only been to Gettysburg College. But while I was there, I got to meet with their Chief Diversity Officer and a couple of associate deans. I was invited to go on this trip by one of our own diversity leaders on our campus, apparently because I have some kind of clout. It was a good trip.
J-son tells me he got to go to a high school dance. I asked if they did the Nene, and he said yes. So phew, I didn't have to go show them all how. (Just kidding; J-son is the one who taught me to Nene).
N-son got to go to the griddle. Or rather, he got to work griddle at his culinary program. He brought us home grilled cheese sandwiches to show off his prowess. I think I need to see another example before I can make a final judgment.
A-child got to go to her Nana's home (that is, my house!), and of course she brought her mom K-daughter. We read Ferdinand, the story of a bull who has captivated our family for generations. For all I know, Ferdinand is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly. He is very happy.
As are we. That's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be rich in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
My husband probably wins this week's award for going places. He's been to at least four big cities, and only slid the car into the ditch once*. What cities has he been to and why, you ask?
- Washington DC for a museums conference,
- Philadelphia for a Tuesdays with Toomey protest
- NYC for a chemistry association luncheon, and
- Newark, NJ, so he could fly to Paris and then Frankfurt/Darmstadt. (He's boarding the plane even as I write this).
* Apparently, driving to and from a distant city during an ice storm is a bad idea. (Now we know.) A tow truck, hailed by a cop who was sympathetic to my husband's "Iraq Veteran" license plate, pulled the car back out of the ditch. The car is now missing a bumper, has a dented rear passenger door which nicely complements our dented rear driver door from a previous accident, and will probably need a few other small repairs. But it seems to run just fine. My husband likewise has a few aches and pains but seems to run just fine, too.
J-son tells me he got to go to a high school dance. I asked if they did the Nene, and he said yes. So phew, I didn't have to go show them all how. (Just kidding; J-son is the one who taught me to Nene).
N-son got to go to the griddle. Or rather, he got to work griddle at his culinary program. He brought us home grilled cheese sandwiches to show off his prowess. I think I need to see another example before I can make a final judgment.
A-child got to go to her Nana's home (that is, my house!), and of course she brought her mom K-daughter. We read Ferdinand, the story of a bull who has captivated our family for generations. For all I know, Ferdinand is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly. He is very happy.
As are we. That's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be rich in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
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