Miser Family update: growing up version

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household.  We've been reveling in the glorious May weather.

For example, on Tuesday my husband and I both decided to do something that hardly anybody dares to do anymore: we voted in the primaries!  Woohoop!  The lines at the polling place were . . . well, they weren't very linear.  We zipped in, zipped out.  Voting, man.

J-son and a friend dressed as adults
for a play at my college
many years ago

N-son seems to be having a lot of fun at school:  he helped repair and clean up a bunch of places in the town after this past week's storms brought a tornado that touched down in four places. 

But I'm not as up-to-date on what he's doing as I'd like;  his phone died a week or two ago, and so we ordered him a new one and shipped it his way.  And then some of us got to learn a new lesson:  if you forget your email password, don't create a completely new email account to set up your new phone and then forget the new password, too.  Because (a) the phone doesn't get set up that way, and (b) undoing the bad email account on the new phone takes multiple car trips, parental cursing at inexplicable web-site instructions, and a bunch of help from kind people at various telephone companies.   At any rate, N-son now has a working cell phone again, PLUS a restored password for his former email account.  Phew.

J-son and a mom dressed as adults
for a Certificate Ceremony at his school
a few days ago

And as long as we're on the topic of car trips to rescue and return cell phones, it worth mentioning that this has been a week of travel for my husband.  Not only has he driven to see N-son and the infamous phone twice, but he returned a Miata that a friend had sent to winter over in our garage (driving to Long Island to reunite the car with its owners).  AND he Amtraked his way back and forth for Tuesdays with Toomey.  AND he rode far enough on the bicycle that he came back home and wondered aloud whether he'd "overdone it" (which sounds like he's back to normal, to me).

Also, this week I got to go see J-son walk across the stage at the ceremony where kids (I mean, young adults) in the Career Training program got their certificates; he got his in Sports Therapy.   Man, he looks like he has trained a lot; he's got muscles on his muscles.  I introduced myself to all his friends showing them my muscles, and saying he got his muscles from me.  (Which is kind of true, if you stop to think that I bought our home gym that he started using when he got into boxing.   So, yeah).

I also got to spend a bunch of time with my granddaughter, and not much time (yet) with my daughters (although that's coming up soon).  At school, I'm working on grant proposals and referee reports.  At home, my pile of summer reading keeps going up and down; I returned two books to the library, and found five more I want to read . . . life is good.

A blurry J-son and others up on stage. 

And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures.  May you and yours be similarly prosperous.