Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household.
Let's start with some yay-hooray-happy news: N-son applied for a post-secondary spot at a nearby culinary institute. (He did this through Squash Aces, a super-wonderful after-school program that combines exercise with academics, a mens sana in corpore sano kind of program that's been a huge blessing to him and to our family). And he heard back that he got in! He's thrilled. He knows he has options for next year, after he graduates from high school! And to pile icing on top of the cake, he ended the week by actually playing a few squash matches, and actually winning them both. He turns 18 tomorrow; what an awesome way to close out his seventeenth year!
Here's some more good news (of the genre that falls into the "it could have been worse" category): my husband continues to not need surgery. Yay?!? He's still very achey, but a series of MRIs and x-rays says that his bulging disk is fixable with pain meds and physical therapy. I have to admit that every time he talks about his back and his bulging disk, I think about this poem, which I first read when I was seven years old:
Also, we got a visit from K-daughter and A-child one hectic night, and we got to eat dinner together, and give each other hasty hugs, and say "good to see you!", before we sped off in our various directions. Three cheers for having a family who loves one another in busy times.
As for me, I think I win the MAotW (Most Adventures of the Week) Award. Does this come with a trophy? I don't know . . . but if I get a trophy, here's why:
Let's start with some yay-hooray-happy news: N-son applied for a post-secondary spot at a nearby culinary institute. (He did this through Squash Aces, a super-wonderful after-school program that combines exercise with academics, a mens sana in corpore sano kind of program that's been a huge blessing to him and to our family). And he heard back that he got in! He's thrilled. He knows he has options for next year, after he graduates from high school! And to pile icing on top of the cake, he ended the week by actually playing a few squash matches, and actually winning them both. He turns 18 tomorrow; what an awesome way to close out his seventeenth year!
Here's some more good news (of the genre that falls into the "it could have been worse" category): my husband continues to not need surgery. Yay?!? He's still very achey, but a series of MRIs and x-rays says that his bulging disk is fixable with pain meds and physical therapy. I have to admit that every time he talks about his back and his bulging disk, I think about this poem, which I first read when I was seven years old:
Algy met a bear.
The bear was bulgy.
The bulge was Algy.[From "The Moon is Shining Bright as Day". If you only own one book of poetry, this is the book you should own. Go buy it right now if you don't have it. Seriously. Then get Sing a Song of Popcorn. And then you can go back to the rest of your life.]
Also, we got a visit from K-daughter and A-child one hectic night, and we got to eat dinner together, and give each other hasty hugs, and say "good to see you!", before we sped off in our various directions. Three cheers for having a family who loves one another in busy times.
As for me, I think I win the MAotW (Most Adventures of the Week) Award. Does this come with a trophy? I don't know . . . but if I get a trophy, here's why:
- One of my colleagues has taken the local version of the flu and done it to an extreme, winding up for almost a week in the hospital. So I got to go visit him several times. I'm very bad at small talk, so I took one of my favorite board games when I visited him. I whomped his butt twice at Othello. Later in the week, when he was strong enough to beat me, the doctors decided he was well enough to go home. Phew!
- A video my college made about me came out on social media. It's 4 minutes long (longer than most of your favorite poems, but shorter than most of your favorite short stories). I've had lots of my former students writing to me because of this, which is really, really nice.
- I gave an exam, preceded by the usual massive amount of office hours, and succeeded by the usual one-on-one conferences about whether to drop the class. I hate giving exams. I'm glad that's behind me now.
- I took 11 students to a local math conference today, where we got to hear a series of kick-butt math talks, including one by my favorite free-lance math writer, Evelyn Lamb. Awesome! It's so much fun to share what I love with the next generation.
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