Miser update: good places to be version

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household. 

The week began with me having front-row seats for my favorite drummer, who rocked the church Sunday morning.  I tell you, I just don't get tired of hearing N-son keeping the beat for an awesome musical group . . . how did I, of all people, manage to produce several musical children?

N-son lucked out later in the week by being in the right place at the right time.  He's one of the most dedicated (obsessed?) players on his squash team, with his coaches telling me that he's almost always the first one out on the court practicing.  This weekend, there was a squash meet for his team mates, and he showed up to cheer them on.  But one of those teammates slipped on ice and twisted an ankle, . . . so N-son got to play instead, just because he was the one who was there.  And thanks to the modern miracle of cell phones, I found out about his game in time to get over to the courts and cheer him on again.  So I got to see N-son play, two ways, this week!

My husband spent the first part of the week in Paris/Darmstadt, where he visited with his former army buddy who is now a monk (because, why not go from the army into a monastery, after all?)   Although my husband did spend a bunch of days in a space where all the brothers involved had taken a vow of poverty, he tells me he appreciated the all-brotherhood-luxury of being able to leave the toilet seat up.  That's the life, man!  Later in the week he returned home to hang with the family and to circulate voter petitions. 

And I continue to be thankful that J-son is in a good space for him; he's still with his former foster mom, who is fierce and focused and is managing to keep him on track, despite his occasional highly creative efforts to implode again.  I also give general thanks for living in a time of modern medicine, and I know that's helping him, too.  I talk weekly (or more often) with his former foster mom, and occasionally with J-son himself.  I miss him, truth be told. 

I spent the first part of my week buried in committee work, and then inflicted a midterm upon my students, and then blew out of town to give a talk at some fancy school up in Connecticut.   While I was on the train, the Math Fairy came and whispered in my ear.  Now I've got all sorts of wonderful theorems flashing around in my head, and hopefully this summer I'll be able to let them out onto paper.  It's a happy place to be, metaphorically speaking. 


And that's the news from the Miser Household, where we continue to be wealthy in our adventures.  May you and yours be similarly prosperous.