Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family household.  We're particularly lush with job stuff lately, which I admit has been kind of drawing my attention away from important things like, I dunno, exercise.  Family.  The Good Stuff.  I'm hoping this is a temporary Wealth-Of-Work because of coming back from vacation.

What kind of wealth of work?  Well, the pictures here are of K-daughter on the job.   They remind me of a poem we used to chant when we were kids:

As you climb up the ladder of success,

Don't let the boys look up your dress.

These pictures make K-daughter look powerful and brave to me!

J-son finished up working at his summer camp.  I got to chat with him by phone both before and after his last week, and he admitted he was both relieved and a little misty-eyed that this very hard job was ending.   I asked him if any of the kids at his camp cried when they said good-bye to him, and they had.  And he fessed up to shedding a few tears himself.  But he also got to sleep in until nearly noon today, to recuperate.  Schadenfreude for sure.

As for me, classes start next week, which means that these few weeks are full of frantic finishing up of summer work, and equally frantic pulling together of syllabi and semester stuff, all of which gets interrupted by committee meetings and other suddenly urgent events.  I've been putting out fires regarding the book, and throwing myself into polishing up a grant proposal, which is the summer-wrap-up part of my life.  And my syllabi are finally . . . phew . . . done.  And the meetings included a bunch of actually useful and thought-provoking information.   (We had a great symposium on helping students with disabilities, and a session on avoiding implicit bias that made me look at something in a different way, so good). 

While I'm getting ready to start, N-son has just finished up his summer semester at school; he came home yesterday for a 10-day break.  He brought home a book that I'd had my husband buy for him, but that I hadn't yet gotten to read myself, on "organizing solutions for people with ADHD".  He says he wants to read it with me.  I am sooooo psyched.  I kind of love organizing things, if you hadn't picked up on that.  I think I got so psyched that I scared him a bit.  whoops.

While N-son was riding around with me, heading to the hardware store and back, I hit a curb when I was parking, and the right front tire sprang a leak.  Sigh. 

But this is kind of where work comes in for my husband.   He's off in San Diego now doing . . . some science-y thing.  Well, I'm not really sure.  It's kind of like work, except he's retired so it's like volunteer work where someone pays for your plane ticket.

But when I told him about the tire, he said "I'll take care of it. "  And I figure that makes sense, because after all, he's the one who's retired.  (Who's re-tired.  Get it?) 

Well, even if my jokes fall flat (heh), that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our work adventures.  May you and yours be similarly prosperous.