Life in the Miser Family continues to be rich and full, if a tad more leisurely than usual now that N-son has finished school and summer weather has finally arrived.
Half my life ago (that is, when I was exactly half as old as I am now), I moved into this city to take a job at the college where I now work. I was a recently divorced mom with a 2-year-old daughter. Unbeknownst to me at the time, right about the time I was moving, another little girl was being born who would eventually become my daughter, too.
This past week, we celebrated K-daughter's birthday. She's the same age that I was when I moved here (because that's how math works), and she's solo-parenting her own 3-year-old daughter. This all feels so familiar . . . and it also feels good to be family.
To mark the occasion of her birthday, we went shopping --- in particular, I made my four-times-a-year trip to an Amish organic foods store, where I stocked up on 50 lbs of flour, plus oats, beans, nuts, and dried fruit. Ooh-la-la. My granddaughter loved being at the store, but mostly because of the other vehicles in the parking lot.
I have to say, an Amish buggy makes my old dinged-up 2001 Prius look particularly powerful and comfy by comparison. But not as cuddly.
Speaking of family, the week before this, L-daughter came into town and introduced N-son to Barre workouts. N-son has decided to take it up as his primary mode of exercise. He finished a rather grueling half-hour of exercise and asked me, "Don't you want to take my picture and send it to Dad?". And of course I did want to stop reading my referee reports (ooh, really nice reports, by the way!) and take his picture. The photos demonstrate that he truly did work up a sweat. If you had been in the same room with him, with your eyes closed and your nose open, you would have had extra confirmation that serious teenage boy exercise had taken place quite recently. Thanks, L-daughter! (Seriously, he had me join him, and I got quite a bit of a workout, too).
While N-son and I were barre-ing, my husband was off in distant parts, participating in the AICHe meeting. He's bounced around between that and doing parent-adminsitrivia, delivering checks to offices where checks needed to go, taking N-son to admission interviews and doctor's visits, bike racing, doubling up on yoga (so to speak), visiting the synagogue, going to protests, daily meditation . . . he lives the life, man. The Life.
As for me, it finally feels like summer. I'm knocking projects off my list -- got a draft of a paper written, did a first round of revisions on my book, got some very nice referee reports back. I've read a bunch of books even, and nonetheless the pile of books on my nightstand somehow keeps getting taller. I, too, live The Life. Pretty darned good.
And that's the news about Half Life and The Life from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
Half my life ago (that is, when I was exactly half as old as I am now), I moved into this city to take a job at the college where I now work. I was a recently divorced mom with a 2-year-old daughter. Unbeknownst to me at the time, right about the time I was moving, another little girl was being born who would eventually become my daughter, too.
This past week, we celebrated K-daughter's birthday. She's the same age that I was when I moved here (because that's how math works), and she's solo-parenting her own 3-year-old daughter. This all feels so familiar . . . and it also feels good to be family.
I have to say, an Amish buggy makes my old dinged-up 2001 Prius look particularly powerful and comfy by comparison. But not as cuddly.
Speaking of family, the week before this, L-daughter came into town and introduced N-son to Barre workouts. N-son has decided to take it up as his primary mode of exercise. He finished a rather grueling half-hour of exercise and asked me, "Don't you want to take my picture and send it to Dad?". And of course I did want to stop reading my referee reports (ooh, really nice reports, by the way!) and take his picture. The photos demonstrate that he truly did work up a sweat. If you had been in the same room with him, with your eyes closed and your nose open, you would have had extra confirmation that serious teenage boy exercise had taken place quite recently. Thanks, L-daughter! (Seriously, he had me join him, and I got quite a bit of a workout, too).
While N-son and I were barre-ing, my husband was off in distant parts, participating in the AICHe meeting. He's bounced around between that and doing parent-adminsitrivia, delivering checks to offices where checks needed to go, taking N-son to admission interviews and doctor's visits, bike racing, doubling up on yoga (so to speak), visiting the synagogue, going to protests, daily meditation . . . he lives the life, man. The Life.
As for me, it finally feels like summer. I'm knocking projects off my list -- got a draft of a paper written, did a first round of revisions on my book, got some very nice referee reports back. I've read a bunch of books even, and nonetheless the pile of books on my nightstand somehow keeps getting taller. I, too, live The Life. Pretty darned good.
And that's the news about Half Life and The Life from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
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