Miser Family Update, peachy keen edition

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family household.   We've recovered from our flights back from the family vacation with my dad and sisters, and I immediately threw myself into editing my book.  There's a deadline ahead of me -- classes start next Wednesday -- so I'm diving deep into the sandpit of spell-checking, deep reading, figure futzing, bibliographies and indexes.   Because the storm of students is fast approaching!

Sticky note on N-son's door.  Good advice.

N-son has applied to a bunch of different jobs -- and I got a flush of motherly pride when the head cook at the soup kitchen where I volunteer weekly heard about this, and immediately urged N-son to apply for a cook job there, where the cook could mentor N-son.  And another chef there said, "You get this job, and I'm going to make you into a cook if it kills you!".  So maybe I'm the proud mom of a future dead cook.  Yeah.

Also, segueing into things that can kill you, N-son has learned how to ride a bike standing up . . . with no hands.  I have seen this with my own eyes, folks, so it's no lie.  (He doesn't pedal; he just coasts along, but still it's darned impressive).

My husband can't stand up handless on the bike, but he's still loving riding.  In fact, he's having a bunch of trouble with his knee, which hurts all the time except when he's riding.  Which suggests (as his doctor jokingly did) that he should just ride all the time.  Nonetheless, we're going to see if other, medical-but-not-cycle interventions might help. 

Segueing back again to cook-things, I've torn myself away from math to prepare the larder.   N-son and I put up 28 quarts of tomatoes early in the week; we also shucked 4-dozen ears of corn and canned 6 quarts of corn.  And on Saturday, I-daughter brought by a pair of friends; K-daughter and A-child and N-son joined in, and the seven of us picked 92 pounds of peaches, and then canned 47 quarts of sliced peaches.  It was an awesome canning party!

A-child likes picking peaches, and washing them at home. 

Next week will bring a new kind of excitement, with classes starting for many of us.   I'm so glad to have a bit of vegetable summer ready to follow our family into a fall that promises to continue to make us wealthy in our adventures.   May you and yours be similarly prosperous.