Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household.
When I was a kid, my grandfather used to send me and my sisters letters on manilla paper, with hand-drawn pictures and stickers. I loved the manilla paper, because I always thought people were saying "vanilla". And the stickers were absolutely the most wonderful thing I could imagine putting in a letter! It's hard to imagine, what with modern-day scrapbooking and craft stores selling stickers left-and-right, but stickers were a rare and wonderful treat in my childhood. I have such fond memories of getting mail from Grandpa.
That being said, here's my husband's Tuesday morning email message to me, written because he left the house before I got back from serving breakfast at the mission:
N-son had a big, final squash match this weekend, and specifically asked me to take this picture of him as he got ready to take the train to his match. He won his very last match 3 games to 2.
As for me, I'm in the stage that always seems to happen in May: there's all this metaphorical dust that I'd swept under the metaphorical rug during the semester, and these weeks in May involve lots of random spring-cleaning type activities to get that dust back out and cleaned up properly. I wrapped up a bunch of committee work, sent out a paper (yay!), got seeds in the ground and pulled weeds, took care of some email archeology, and did other random things that kept me busy in ways that are mostly non-newsworthy. But even if it's not newsworthy, it might be sticker-worthy. I'll think on that.
That's the 📭 from the Miser Family, which continues to be 🔆 in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly 🔌.
When I was a kid, my grandfather used to send me and my sisters letters on manilla paper, with hand-drawn pictures and stickers. I loved the manilla paper, because I always thought people were saying "vanilla". And the stickers were absolutely the most wonderful thing I could imagine putting in a letter! It's hard to imagine, what with modern-day scrapbooking and craft stores selling stickers left-and-right, but stickers were a rare and wonderful treat in my childhood. I have such fond memories of getting mail from Grandpa.
That being said, here's my husband's Tuesday morning email message to me, written because he left the house before I got back from serving breakfast at the mission:
I left for the train 🚂 at 815 so I left dog 🐕 out assuming you would be home soon. I did not feed her. I have the usual protest followed by a Friends of the Earth 🌏 protest followed by phone ☎️ banking. See you around 945. Love ❤️ NMy husband isn't that far in age from my grandfather's age when he was writing those letters. What goes around, comes around, I guess. My husband has been busy in Philly with the get out the vote movements. Don't forget to vote on Tuesday!
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| My guy says: "This is me with candidates mother. She is younger than me." |
As for me, I'm in the stage that always seems to happen in May: there's all this metaphorical dust that I'd swept under the metaphorical rug during the semester, and these weeks in May involve lots of random spring-cleaning type activities to get that dust back out and cleaned up properly. I wrapped up a bunch of committee work, sent out a paper (yay!), got seeds in the ground and pulled weeds, took care of some email archeology, and did other random things that kept me busy in ways that are mostly non-newsworthy. But even if it's not newsworthy, it might be sticker-worthy. I'll think on that.
That's the 📭 from the Miser Family, which continues to be 🔆 in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly 🔌.
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