Well, life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family, with celebrations abounding, and also with abounding red ink, knee fluid, toddler energy, and heating gas.
The final celebration of the week was at our city's annual Tuba Christmas, one of my favorite events of the year. My husband somehow managed to find something else to do (kill joy), but a bunch of my kids braved the icy winter weather with me, and we oompahhed with a large crowd of well-insulated revelers to Jingle Bells and Silent Night and Good King Wenceslas.
The night before Tuba Christmas, we had a dozen people in the house for Thanksgiving, including students from the far-off countries of Iran, Vietnam, and Florida. Also 2/3 (= 4/6) of my children, 100% of my grandchildren, and my dad and step mom. Oh, my goodness, I ate until I got cramps! (But fortunately, the chocolate-pecan pie cured the cramps!)
The grandchild has been thriving in her gymnastics classes, and she tried out some of her wiggliest moves on her buff uncle J-son, who somehow managed to kind of keep up with her. They make a great pair.
And with the cold snap moving in, gifting us with the coldest Thanksgiving in recent history, I-daughter decided it might be about time to turn on the heat in her home this week. Apparently, if the temps inside the house get down into the low 50's, her fingers get too cold for knitting. But unfortunately, the local utility company had done some gas line work and shut off the gas to her home, so she had a few frigid showers and knitting-free days before she could warm up the home to a balmy 64°.
|I-daughter reading a book about knitting gifts|
to A-child. K-daughter and N-son listen in.
I gave midterms to my 75 students on Monday, which was draining in a different sort of a way. Then I graded it, draining ink via a pen. (could have used novocaine; about 1/2 pen worth; red as blood).
Backing up further, the celebration that kicked off the week was N-son's 19th birthday party. Whoop! We had pizza and brownie cake and presents. I love watching this kid become a young man.
And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures and bodily fluids. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.