Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family household. This week has been particularly rich with music and new skills. And traffic tickets. And old houses.
In no particular order . . . one evening, we had an impromptu performance of Percussive Hymns in the area of the basement we call The Dungeon. Right now the dungeon is outfitted with a brown rug I trash picked, a bunch of red stacking chairs I rescued from a classroom renovation at my college, a bunch of random bricks, a broad sword (because, dungeon), and a nifty drum kit. set. kit. (I'm not sure what to call that). At any rate, N-son got some new drum bling for Christmas, and so he put on a show for his doting, shivering mom. Some singing was involved, too. It was quite something to behold and behear.
On a completely different evening, a bunch of family members reunited for a nearby professional musical show, "Beach Party Blast". I came appropriately attired, with a bathing cap and swim goggles and with a bikini (over a few other clothes, because January), and I had a blast. I even got to lead the conga line. In fact, the cast members had been told that on this particular night, there would be a woman who would likely jump right into the conga line. They were told this by their Stage Manager. And it turns out their Stage Manager was . . . I-daughter! She was super excited to get this job, and told me that she now is in the super fortunate position of having her two greatest loves -- knitting and theater -- both be something that she gets to do professionally as well as for funsies. Yay, I-daughter!
This week I also got my Real ID. I drove alllllllll the way to the driver's center, and then realized I'd forgotten my passport & proof of address, so in a tiff, I drove alllll the way back home. On the way home, a school bus on the opposite side of a wide, several-lane road stopped and I wasn't sure if I should, so I kept going. The car behind me kept going, too. Then the car behind me turned on its flashing blue-and-red lights . . . and so my new ID turned out to be a valuable driving lesson, as well as a costly one. Sigh.
But not all of my week was the school of hard knocks. We had a wonderful "Bad Gift Exchange" party that I've held every year for nearly two decades now . . . and we held it at my old home! So the "Bad Gift Exchange" was also a bit of a celebration of the "Home Exchange". The new owners have really, really changed the paint schemes and the layout of furniture and everything. It's not at all what I would choose for myself, but it was incredibly pleasing and beautiful, and it made me really happy to see my too-large home being used and loved by a family for whom it's just the right size.
My husband has been learning to edit Wikimedia and Wikipedia pages, and this past weekend he got to update citations for women who had made significant contributions to our understanding of chemistry, particularly as regards the periodic table. (Because of the IYPT -- the International Year of the Periodic Table).
And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures, and loud on our drums. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
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