Miser Family Update: where in the world is my family?

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household.  It's the kind of week where I'm having a bit of trouble keeping track of where people are, but in a good kind of a way.

The week began with an upbeat note -- or with an up-note beat? -- because N-son played drums in church Sunday morning.  I still get all goose-bumpy when I hear him play; I remember the summer I grudgingly bought him a pair of sticks and a practice pad, promising him a snare drum only if he practiced diligently.  We learned simple beats together; I used to practice repeating "paradiddle, paradiddle . . . " at him, just like the drum teacher taught him/us.  The hours of practice on the snare drum led to a hi-hat, which led to a bass drum . . . and eventually N-son was way beyond needing his mom standing over him. Nowadays N-son rocks it with the best of them.  And every time he does, I get all squishy proud inside.

K-daughter and D-son joined us, and after the service was over, 
A-child got to "help" N-son.

 And then my chickens flew the coop.  Monday morning, N-son left town for a multi-week trip to visit his sister in Virginia.   Apparently, N-son is picking up travel advice from his dad, because N-son's journey to Virginia (south of us) has taken him to rural New York State (north of us) and will soon take him to Massachusetts (even norther).   And thence to Virginia, I presume, unless for some reason N-son decides that the best route takes him, I dunno, through Mississippi or Wyoming.

Someday, the lion will lie down with the lamb,
bur right now, the bird will perch on the lion's head. 
This picture is from somewhere in my husband's travels.  

Speaking of N-son's dad, my guy headed out Wednesday morning.  It's hard for me to keep track of that man's itinerary, but I do keep track of money, and I can see that in the past four days he's withdrawn cash from ATMs in Philadelphia, Paris, and Tel Aviv.  In his email to me today he sent me a picture of a monastery in Germany and said he was waiting for the train for Jerusalem. 

I didn't get to see my daughters this week.  I'm assuming they still exist; they sent me Valentines greetings via text messages and I gratefully peeked at the texts in between job candidate visits, office hours, and grading. 

As for me, I'm the opposite of zipping around.  One rainy morning, I decided that instead of running (because: raining) I would do a Fitness Blender workout.  (In case you want in on the fun, the workout I did was this one.)  The workout itself didn't seem so bad at the time, but Dan (the guy in the video) warned viewers that their thighs would burn in the next day or two.  Well, now it's the next day or two  . . . and stairs are a whole new sensory experience for me right now, let me tell you!  And chairs.  And anything where I move my body up or down.   I did my usual 10K with my running buddies this morning, who are all at least a dozen years younger than I am and several of them are decades younger, and I warned them beforehand they might have to carry me up the hill . . . but fortunately for everyone involved, I'm over the hill now.  Phew!

The house across the street from me
has a cat weather vane.  It makes me smile.

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