Saturday, June 2, 2018

Miser Family update, crash version

Life continues to be rich and crashingly full in the Miser Family household. 

A pet pig I saw at the VegFest.
Nothing to do with crashes, except to say
don't be a pig about distracted driving, please!
The bad kind of crashes first:  Our city is reeling from a bad hit-and-run accident last week that left one high school junior dead and another fighting for his health in Intensive Care.  Then, on Friday, N-son's bus was hit by a driver who was texting.  In a competition between a school bus and a car, the bus wins; everyone is physically okay (even the driver of the car), but N-son was pretty shaken up.  Drive carefully, one and all!

In a less dire kind of crash, my husband was reminded this week that -- while coffee goes well with just about every kind of food you could name--it doesn't go well with computer keyboards.  yeah.  For now, he's making do with a laptop attached to a separate keyboard (a kneetop?); we'll try to find a less cumbersome solution in the upcoming week.  Me, the idea of being without my laptop makes me hyperventilate and sweat just a little, so I'm being extra careful with backups now.

Earlier in the week, to observe Memorial Day, my husband dressed in his uniform and visited the nearby grave of Dick Winters, a soldier whose bravery and intellect earned him various honors, and also inspired the book and movie, Band of Brothers.  

Prewash went to the vet this week, and we confirmed that her allergies have come crashing back (okay, I know I'm stretching this "crash" idea here).  We're treating both the allergies and the resulting ear infection.   Oh, and also she gained 14 pounds her first year with us, and needs to drop back down about 5 pounds, so she's going on a crash diet.  Well, a moderated diet at least.  She is not a frugal dog.

Back to N-son: he's very psyched about all his end-of-year activities.  His culinary school had a long and highly ceremonious "Certificate Ceremony" that we were supposed to have tickets for; meanwhile, my step-daughter surprised us by blowing into town, and even though she didn't have a ticket, she crashed the event.  It was fun to hang out with her and catch up on her grad school progress at length.  (Did I mention the event was long?  and highly ceremonious?)  N-son also now has purchased his summer baseball uniform, and his cap and gown.  As a result, there have been many conversations this week that go like this:

N-son:  Mom, don't you want to take a picture of me in [this outfit]?
Me:  What? huh? . . . Oh, sure, let me just finish up this little math bit.
N-son:  Okay.
My husband: [walking into the room]  Hi, guys, what's up?  Do you want to do [whatever]?
N-son:  Okay, but first Mom said she wants to take my picture.

J-son got to go to see the Special Olympics, where his foster brother is competing.  I-daughter has disappeared into the rabbit hole of dress- and tech-rehearsals, and I suppose she'll emerge again on the other side in a month or two.  K-daughter is a working mom, and so I haven't seen her much, either.

As for me, I've spent the week mathing.  It is wonderful to be able to math to my heart's content, except that occasionally I still have a bit of residual committee work, or I get to go to long, ceremonious ceremonies, or to take pictures of my kids.  Oh, and I went to a tour of a native-plants garden, and I went to the"VegFest", a Vegan Festival in the park just up the street from my home.  That was a lovely experience.  I feel thoroughly like a hippie now, and was quite pleased to come home to my own homemade granola and yogurt.

And that's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be wealthy (and fortunately, healthy) in our adventures.  May you and yours be similarly prosperous.

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