Miser family update, kitchen windows

 Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family household.  These September days are full of pane . . . but it's the good kind of pane, thanks to our kitchen windows.

Early in the week, my husband and N-son took a trip to tour the USS New Jersey.  Along the way they stopped for lunch and snapped the first photo above, serendipitously fitting right into the upcoming Family Fun Foto (although prompting me to remark, "oh yeah! I forgot that sometimes people eat at restaurants!")

K-daughter shows a lovely corner window in her kitchen, with "Dried flowers, mama's wooden bowl and A-child's LOVE sign we made when she was 3 weeks old "

Y lives in the city, and shows us "Our window that mirrors the neighbors. Sometimes we flag each other down and chat while we're in our respective kitchens."

I-daughter also has nearby neighbors, and shows us "The kitchen window: where my plants live" . . . "(Also where my plants go to die)"   I just want to say, she gets that from me!

Guess who sent the last picture in the top row?  L1's photo reminds me of a Patti Page song my mom used to sing to me, and that I sing to Prewash constantly:  

L2 shows us her amazing thrift scores: "The nearest window to my kitchen, And the mini trampoline I got at a yard sale the other day . . . $2 "  Oh, yeah.

My sister-in-law shows us how she is bringing in dinner by her window in NH (nyum!), and how her husband and his bestie hang out at their kitchen window in Las Vegas.  

N-son, like Y, says, "My kitchen window is good for having conversations out of and is a great source of air when I cook".

And me, I show both my kitchen windows. The wide short one is new; we put it in just this summer in the south wall, with an exhaust fan that is useful for cooking (for example, when you use the broiler to make bread, and the the instant pot to make vegetables, and you forget about the bread, and then turn on the exhaust fan to get rid of the smoke). And the last window in this series was the already existing kitchen window . . . in a well behind the sink, because . . . well, who knows WHAT the designers were thinking?

If you look out a kitchen (or other) window around these parts, what might you see?  You might see A-child pedaling along "just like Uncle N-son", she says.  

Or you might see I-daughter sporting a shawl she just knit herself, from yard she spun herself.  

Or you might see me walking on a tightrope that someone strung up between trees in our park.  I used N-son's hand for a while, . . . 

. . . and then I didn't use his hand, at which point I decided to get down, ever so elegantly and dignifiedly. Ever so.   

And that's the news from our family, which continues to be transparent in our adventures.  May you and yours stay safe and find soft landings when the rope that you're on decides it's time for everyone to dismount.