Life continues to be hot and hotter in the Miser Family. Temperatures soared into the high nineties almost every day this week . . . until Saturday (today) the heat wave broke and we had a beautiful day straight out of Eden.
In fact, today closed out the week with one of my favorite events of the year, a giant neighborhood yard sale. I got to spend a couple of hours wandering up and down the beautiful streets in the beautiful weather, checking out an amazing variety of artifacts that my neighbors used to keep in their homes, and no longer wanted in their home. I explained to my husband that seeing so much stuff that we -- my neighbors, the other yard sale people, and me -- have all agreed that we don't need in order to live a full and rich life, . . . well, seeing all this makes me happy. It reminds me that I already have a good life, with just the belongings I already own.
And yet, I managed to splurge and bring home two large bags ($4 worth) of new-to-me clothes and kitchen items. I'm just rolling in the riches, here.
N-son's momentous event earlier this week was his first job interview, with our campus dining services. He says the interview went well; if he gets the job, his commute will be even shorter than mine (and mine is maybe a quarter mile). Plus, I know the d-hall folks, so I'll have folks ratting on him if he steps out of line (heh-heh). We've got our fingers crossed.
My husband has been nursing an achey knee, hoping that pampering it a bit will allow him to undertake a bike ride next week from our home town to Boston, which Google maps tells me will take only 40 hours of riding, and that's not counting the time it takes to get knee surgery or crutches or such, so let's hope the knee holds together. This past week has, of course, been a good one for taking exercise somewhat easy, because of the amazing heat.
We also got to attend a fabulous July 4th party at our neighbor's house. I brought a cheesecake, decorated with blueberries and strawberries to look like the American flag. Somehow I misread the recipe and mixed the sour cream into the batter instead of reserving it for the glaze on top, and then I scrimped a bit on the sugar, because of a prejudice that sugar is some kind of evil substance . . . so it was kind of a wonderful surprise to have the other unsuspecting guests come over to rave about how much more they liked this version of cheesecake.
Somehow, I didn't take many pictures this week -- not of the stars-and-stripes cheesecake, or of N-son's interview, or the yard sale, or my husband's knees. The only picture I took was of a jar of dehydrated zucchini, and I'll spare you that photo. You're welcome.
And that's the news from the Miser household, which continues to be sweltering in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly perspirant.
In fact, today closed out the week with one of my favorite events of the year, a giant neighborhood yard sale. I got to spend a couple of hours wandering up and down the beautiful streets in the beautiful weather, checking out an amazing variety of artifacts that my neighbors used to keep in their homes, and no longer wanted in their home. I explained to my husband that seeing so much stuff that we -- my neighbors, the other yard sale people, and me -- have all agreed that we don't need in order to live a full and rich life, . . . well, seeing all this makes me happy. It reminds me that I already have a good life, with just the belongings I already own.
And yet, I managed to splurge and bring home two large bags ($4 worth) of new-to-me clothes and kitchen items. I'm just rolling in the riches, here.
N-son's momentous event earlier this week was his first job interview, with our campus dining services. He says the interview went well; if he gets the job, his commute will be even shorter than mine (and mine is maybe a quarter mile). Plus, I know the d-hall folks, so I'll have folks ratting on him if he steps out of line (heh-heh). We've got our fingers crossed.
My husband has been nursing an achey knee, hoping that pampering it a bit will allow him to undertake a bike ride next week from our home town to Boston, which Google maps tells me will take only 40 hours of riding, and that's not counting the time it takes to get knee surgery or crutches or such, so let's hope the knee holds together. This past week has, of course, been a good one for taking exercise somewhat easy, because of the amazing heat.
We also got to attend a fabulous July 4th party at our neighbor's house. I brought a cheesecake, decorated with blueberries and strawberries to look like the American flag. Somehow I misread the recipe and mixed the sour cream into the batter instead of reserving it for the glaze on top, and then I scrimped a bit on the sugar, because of a prejudice that sugar is some kind of evil substance . . . so it was kind of a wonderful surprise to have the other unsuspecting guests come over to rave about how much more they liked this version of cheesecake.
Somehow, I didn't take many pictures this week -- not of the stars-and-stripes cheesecake, or of N-son's interview, or the yard sale, or my husband's knees. The only picture I took was of a jar of dehydrated zucchini, and I'll spare you that photo. You're welcome.
And that's the news from the Miser household, which continues to be sweltering in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly perspirant.
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