Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household. We have been particularly rich in vegetables and full of fiber this week.
Vegetables: we live in an area with some of the most fertile non-irrigated soil in the nation. Non-irrigated is no joke; this week, our local climate seemed to mistakenly be calibrated to August, with thunderstorms rolling into the area several afternoons. Meanwhile, the soil keeps bursting with living green stuff. Our CSA gives us more salad than we can figure out how to eat, and then gives us more.
And we celebrate in a variety of ways; the park right up the street from my house held a giant "Veg Fest", with bands playing, gazillions of vendors, people, dogs, even a pet boar, not to mention face painting, cooking lessons, and of course lots and lots and lots of vegan treats.
My husband doesn't get to enjoy the vegetables the way that I do, for intestinal reasons that I won't describe in any detail. (You're welcome). He, instead, is making the most of fiber. And speaking of fiber, my very own birth daughter bubbled over with happiness because . . . well, in her own words . . .
Likewise, behold yarn!
And a related Mama-brag, as long as we're on the subject of I-daughter: She's been teaching knitting classes, and it's just so encouraging to hear how fulfilling that is for both her and for her students. As one of her students told her, gratefully: "You are so patient and gracious". I-daughter called me almost in tears: "I feel like you, Mama". I may or may not be patient, but I don't think I'm gracious. She wins.
N-son came home for the weekend, and got to spend time today with both his local sisters. In the morning, he and I-daughter sang (with their choir) the National Anthem, to kick off our region's annual 5-mile run through the city. And then later in the day he teamed up with K-daughter and A-child, visiting our nearby science museum and eventually heading out to a barbecue. Where of course they will have vegetables and fiber. Of course.
And J-son is getting excited because (how the heck to I relate this to vegetables or fiber? I don't think I can figure that out) . . . because I offered to pay for a tattoo, now that he has successfully made it through both high school and his Sports Therapy program. In his own (quick texting) words:
Vegetables: we live in an area with some of the most fertile non-irrigated soil in the nation. Non-irrigated is no joke; this week, our local climate seemed to mistakenly be calibrated to August, with thunderstorms rolling into the area several afternoons. Meanwhile, the soil keeps bursting with living green stuff. Our CSA gives us more salad than we can figure out how to eat, and then gives us more. 
And we celebrate in a variety of ways; the park right up the street from my house held a giant "Veg Fest", with bands playing, gazillions of vendors, people, dogs, even a pet boar, not to mention face painting, cooking lessons, and of course lots and lots and lots of vegan treats.
My husband doesn't get to enjoy the vegetables the way that I do, for intestinal reasons that I won't describe in any detail. (You're welcome). He, instead, is making the most of fiber. And speaking of fiber, my very own birth daughter bubbled over with happiness because . . . well, in her own words . . .
My new spinning wheel! (Name: Christy Burgh, Theme song: Lady in Red)Behold Christy Burgh:
I'm making yarn!
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| This looks too even to be beginner yarn, doesn't it? |
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| Memorial Day |
And a related Mama-brag, as long as we're on the subject of I-daughter: She's been teaching knitting classes, and it's just so encouraging to hear how fulfilling that is for both her and for her students. As one of her students told her, gratefully: "You are so patient and gracious". I-daughter called me almost in tears: "I feel like you, Mama". I may or may not be patient, but I don't think I'm gracious. She wins.
N-son came home for the weekend, and got to spend time today with both his local sisters. In the morning, he and I-daughter sang (with their choir) the National Anthem, to kick off our region's annual 5-mile run through the city. And then later in the day he teamed up with K-daughter and A-child, visiting our nearby science museum and eventually heading out to a barbecue. Where of course they will have vegetables and fiber. Of course.
And J-son is getting excited because (how the heck to I relate this to vegetables or fiber? I don't think I can figure that out) . . . because I offered to pay for a tattoo, now that he has successfully made it through both high school and his Sports Therapy program. In his own (quick texting) words:
I found another tattoo place, Well ik there tats are really good I here. Love u
He wants his name down one forearm -- I guess so that when he's in the boxing ring, the other guy will know who it is that just punched him in the face. I suggested he get my name down the other arm, and J-son reacted with immediate refusals! "No! Mom! You'd have to be my girlfriend." He paused, "Or dead". Okay, so not my name on the other arm.
And that's the news from our family, which continues to be in the salad days of our wealth and adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
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