Some of us have favorite high chairs --- don't think those are just for kids. My sister-in-law shows us, "My favorite chair photo with my man in North Conway. We are surrounded by trees. I don’t see many trees here in the desert!"
Some of us have favorite chairs for eating in -- L1 shares her "Favorite chair of the year because I can sit with family having dinner for the first time since the pandemic 
" And of course, B-child's favorite chair is both high and good for eating stuff in.
Chairs can serve for work and for rest simultaneously, as Y notes: "This is my "thinking chair," which was saved from the landfill, beside a tree from my friend, lamp from a previous professor, and prayerful art/photos.", and similarly I give you a glimpse of "my favorite chair, in the command center, right in front of my newly made shelves (that a week ago were someone else's discarded dining room table)"
Chairs can be great for cozying up outdoors: my husband shows the purple adirondack love seat (with wheels!) that I made, and N-son shared a porch chair he sits on in good weather. And of course chairs can be great for cozying up indoors, too (I-daughter closes us out with "My favorite chair, aka the reading nest in my library/billiards room".
We had some good outdoor/indoor action late this week. Friday was my very last day of teaching calculus, and after my class ended, it was like the offspring parade began:
- N-son, Prewash, and I had a great warm-weather masked porch visit from K-daughter and the grandkids: A-child and B-child. Whoop!
- I got to have a zoom meeting with I-daughter and a former student of mine -- one who'd lived in our home for a few months -- and his own three-year old twins. My grand-students?
- And then later in the day, L1 came to visit. She's been fully vaccinated, so she came indoors and had dinner with us (as the photo above shows).
- Then today, Y visited and got to go for coffee with my guy.
Did I mention that Friday was my very last day of teaching calculus? Yes, I think I did. As a kind of a gift (?), I'd promised my students that they could each take a make-up quiz for whichever quiz they felt they'd done the worst on this class, and almost all of my students took me up on that offer. So my last class was mostly quiz-taking, and not very cathartic . . . especially since one of my students cheated again and this time I had to start a formal academic integrity case instead of just putting a warning in his file. Sigh.
It was a year ago that I had my very last day of in-person calculus; that day, I held class in our art museum, and when the students left I got to hug a couple of them good-bye. That felt like a much better closure, even though the class hadn't ended.
This next week, I'll give final exams, and then after that I'll have 6 more weeks of working with a bunch of research teams in a half-credit seminar, so I'm not completely done teaching. But I'm done teaching calculus, and this marks a huge change in my life.
So much has changed . . . including the fact that now I sometimes get to hit my son with a wooden spoon, which is actually a lot of fun. His glucose monitor applicator sometimes gets stuck to the monitor itself, which means that the whole contraption is stuck to his body, and the nurse told him that the best way to get it off is to --- I swear I'm not making this up --- hit it with a wooden spoon. Well, earlier this week N-son called me down from my Command Center because the applicator was glommed onto his body, so I grabbed a wooden spoon and whacked a bunch of times, and, wouldn't you know, it worked?! The applicator came unstuck and the monitor stayed on his belly, just like they were both supposed to do. Since then, I've hit N-son with a wooden spoon a few more times just in case that helps with future applicators, but he thinks maybe I'm going a little overboard.
And that's the news from our family, which continues to sit pretty in our adventures. May you and yours rest easy, too.
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