Miser Family Update: Accomplished edition

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family household.  This week we've been particularly profuse with achievement and accomplishment.

Twenty dance dangles

For example, N-son passed his tractor driving test.  Isn't that cool? N-son can drive a tractor.

Also, K-daughter set up an IRA.  Herself!  Way to go, K-daughter!

And my husband, he's back to biking the training ride.  He's not super fast, but he can do the whole distance; I'm so impressed at his speedy knee-covery after his surgery.

Oooh, and I got the page proofs back to our publisher . . . this was a bigger job than I thought it would be, and I'm super glad it's done.

I-daughter has a plethora of accomplishments this week.  For example, you are probably already glued to the unfolding hoopla over the famous Tour de Fleece . . . well, she's entered the competitions, and is ready to begin spinning yarn on her new wheel.  (I don't know if the leader gets to wear the yellow jersey/scarf/shawl/socks, or what).

But she's also had a marvelous time at her 20th Square Dance National Convention.  She's flaunted her 20 dangles.  Still, the part of this weekend that I think was the cutest was her late-night card game of "spoons" . . . but with socks instead of spoons, because you make do with what you have, of course.  I'm hoping this 10-second video will load properly:

I-daughter with square dance friends, all holding socks.

In other accomplishment news, my eldest L-daughter tells me her dog had a first.  In her own words,

While I have lived with dogs and cats who have caught many things; rabbits, squirrels, birds, other rodents, and even killing a goose by biting its head off, I have never had a dog catch a fawn. While I was visiting my friend Sandra, in Pittsburgh, who recently had a baby, I received a call from Peter that Guinness had caught a fawn. Through some loud yelling of “no” and “drop it,” both commands Guinness responds to, he let the fawn go and it hopped over our fence, seemingly unharmed, and returned to a mom awaiting it in the woods, just beyond our fence line. Guinness proudly returned to peter with a tuft of deer hair in his mouth. But seriously, never have I had a dog catch a fawn!  

We are in upstate NY this week, so thankfully Guinness and Watson’s soul focus is swimming and fetching their respective toys in the water 

I haven't gotten to talk to J-son recently, but the news from his foster mom is that he's still working REALLY hard and REALLY loving his job at summer camp and that the kids REALLY love him.  Which is all good for a mom's soul.

In other minor random news, I joined in our neighborhood yard sale today, on the selling side.  For about 6 hours of work, I earned $32.67 (plus a pair of shoes and an iPhone radio).   More importantly, I managed to divert a whole bunch of stuff from Landfill Hell, so I'm pleased.  Moving is really playing havoc on our trash can count -- we've put out a can each of the last three weeks, bringing us up to 6 for the year.  Sigh.  Avoiding more trash is an accomplishment I'm glad to notch up.

And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures.  May you and yours be similarly prosperous.