Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household, especially in the morning.
What happens in the mornings, you ask? It seems like we're all about body and soul in those early hours, with a good bit of coffee and books mixed in.
- I say "Me in the morning: I raise the blinds, as my first stretching of the day. And I try to read a bit of the Bible (in Spanish) before I turn on anything with a screen. . . Mmmmm with 'vintage' coffee that my husband brewed for me the night before."
- I-daughter chimed in at 2:58 a.m., saying, "Me in the morning: I'm enjoying my book, but I think it's about time to go to sleep now" [thereby proving, as my one-and-only birth child, that biology is NOT destiny, I'd point out.]
- L1 shows "Me in the morning for the next few days; catching a sunrise on the beach . . . with coffee of course"
- L2 says "5:43am bedside prayers right after I wake up everyday"
- Y likewise sends a smiling "Me in the morning- being formed by Scripture as I rewrite it in my journal* ("lemur palooza- you may say I'm a lemur but I'm not the only one")."
- K-daughter forthrightly adds: "Coffee. Every day. But also my morning usually starts with this lovely little one next to me for her very last hunger pang that I'm too exhausted to rock her for so David brings her to me... I appreciate him so much. Shout out to David"
- My sister in law impresses me with, "For about the last 45 years I’ve been starting my day in the gym. Hope to be staying with it for many years to come."
- N-son is delighted to add, "I start off my day by riding my bike with dad to my job"
- My husband rejoins, "I ride with N-son!!!"
I have to say, I'm particularly appreciating the extra sunlight in the morning hours. I've been running in the dark three mornings a week for lo these many months, but now I will have sunlight following me around the neighborhood streets all summer. It's delightful.
Also delightful, despite the rising number of new Covid cases in my city (including a rather alarming spike among students on our campus) is the also-rising number of vaccinated people. I-daughter can now count herself among those; she calculated that the two-weeks-to-take-full-effect timeline will give her a special birthday present in a fortnight. To which I say, May the Second (Dose) be with you. (Even though her birthday isn't on the second, so awkward pun).
In other randomly happy health news, I got an update that my body organs are doing well, even those body organs that are no longer in the same city that I'm in! Here's a cheery little email:
I wanted to share this photo with you, no it is not a world map, but it is an ultrasound of “our” kidney. The technician asked me if I knew who my donor was, so of course I told her our story. And I said I wish I could share a picture with [MiserMom] to show her just how incredibly well her kidney is doing. So without further provoking from me, she went ahead and did this on the screen and let me take a photo of it. She was completely amazed by how great it looks.
My college is entering its last week of classes. This year, because of the pandemic uncertainties we faced last summer, we decided to switch from 13-week semesters to 6-week "modules". The decision was a creative and noble experiment, but it's also a tiring one: we are all exhausted from hurling ourselves through these academic sprints, and the summer is more eagerly awaited than I ever remember.
For me, because of my official transition to Associate Dean that starts on July 1, and because of my unofficial shadowing of the current Associate Dean that has already begun, the shape of my summer is much more of a mystery to me than I ever remember. I'm trying to savor this last week of classes, therefore. Every moment of it . . . including, especially, the sunlit morning moments.
And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.