Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family household, with plenty of things to do and plenty of places to go.
My husband certainly travelled the farthest and the most consistently. Early in the week, he returned from Paris; later in the week we went
You might notice that conspicuously absent from this list is bicycling. He was remarking to me early in the week that his achy knee has been hindering his bicycling even more than breaking his neck did a dozen years ago. So he was very happy that his orthopedist set a date (March 28) for a knee replacement surgery. Whoo-hoo! This is something he's been hoping and asking for, for years now. He's looking forward to the new knee making a huge difference in his racing career.
N-son didn't go quite as far, but he did get to go on a clothes-shopping spree with his dad (y'know, the way that guys do). He tells me that his CSEP class "pays" students in something called "CSEP dollars". He was ecstatic: "It's like Mommy Dollars!" (which was the currency in our home for many years). He has fond memories of those, so he's happy to relive those glory days. But he also, apparently, is desirous of more widely accepted currency. So he's asked me to send him spending money. The cash is in the mail, kiddo! First envelope goes out Monday!
J-son is still studying physical therapy. He said he's learning now about arm flexibility and how the olecranon connects to muscles -- like, if I broke my arm again (or a hit-and-run driver knocked me down again and broke my olecranon off of my ulna yet again), it could be J-son who does my physical therapy next time. But we're both happy to leave that scenario hypothetical for now.
As for me, I didn't travel as far geographically as my husband, but I journeyed deep into a book I'd checked out of the library: Gary Taubes' the Case Against Sugar. I'm telling you, that book is going to take my life in a radically different direction . . . it's a book about what we consume, but that book ended up consuming me.
And also, I got to go to church early in the week with my granddaughter, who started out the day letting me help her make waffles. She puts ingredients that I give her into the mixing bowl and says "Fabulous!" Like me, apparently.
And also, I got to go to the musical Chicago late in the week with my husband and I-daughter and two of our friends. It was a great musical, with fabulous (oh, there's that word) dancing. And it was satisfying to see a musical where the women weren't just plot devices for some guy, and who didn't end up by deciding for no particular reason that they loved the guy who had been pestering them the whole show. No, these were women who were going places.
Like us. That's the news from our family, which continues to be rich in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
My husband certainly travelled the farthest and the most consistently. Early in the week, he returned from Paris; later in the week we went
- (Monday) to Hebrew Class,
- (Tuesday) to his weekly Tuesdays-with-Toomey protest,
- (Wednesday) to visit N-son and do a father/son clothes shopping spree,
- (Thursday) to Chicago [the musical, not the city],
- (Friday) to the doctor's to get a date for his knee surgery, and
- (Saturday) to the Science History Institute Conference in Philadelphia.
You might notice that conspicuously absent from this list is bicycling. He was remarking to me early in the week that his achy knee has been hindering his bicycling even more than breaking his neck did a dozen years ago. So he was very happy that his orthopedist set a date (March 28) for a knee replacement surgery. Whoo-hoo! This is something he's been hoping and asking for, for years now. He's looking forward to the new knee making a huge difference in his racing career.
N-son didn't go quite as far, but he did get to go on a clothes-shopping spree with his dad (y'know, the way that guys do). He tells me that his CSEP class "pays" students in something called "CSEP dollars". He was ecstatic: "It's like Mommy Dollars!" (which was the currency in our home for many years). He has fond memories of those, so he's happy to relive those glory days. But he also, apparently, is desirous of more widely accepted currency. So he's asked me to send him spending money. The cash is in the mail, kiddo! First envelope goes out Monday!
J-son is still studying physical therapy. He said he's learning now about arm flexibility and how the olecranon connects to muscles -- like, if I broke my arm again (or a hit-and-run driver knocked me down again and broke my olecranon off of my ulna yet again), it could be J-son who does my physical therapy next time. But we're both happy to leave that scenario hypothetical for now.
As for me, I didn't travel as far geographically as my husband, but I journeyed deep into a book I'd checked out of the library: Gary Taubes' the Case Against Sugar. I'm telling you, that book is going to take my life in a radically different direction . . . it's a book about what we consume, but that book ended up consuming me.
And also, I got to go to church early in the week with my granddaughter, who started out the day letting me help her make waffles. She puts ingredients that I give her into the mixing bowl and says "Fabulous!" Like me, apparently.
And also, I got to go to the musical Chicago late in the week with my husband and I-daughter and two of our friends. It was a great musical, with fabulous (oh, there's that word) dancing. And it was satisfying to see a musical where the women weren't just plot devices for some guy, and who didn't end up by deciding for no particular reason that they loved the guy who had been pestering them the whole show. No, these were women who were going places.
Like us. That's the news from our family, which continues to be rich in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
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