My son has been saving his money for awhile. I think he was inspired to save after reading the story Where the Red Fern Grows.
Unlike the story, we don't live in the Ozarks, and instead of buying two puppies for raccoon hunting like the boy in the book, my son walked to the neighborhood bike shop and bought himself a skateboard. (I'm sure he would like two puppies as well.)
My daughter introduced me last week to some people she met through a church youth-group service project. The people are volunteers who help feed the hungry in the city. I decided to follow my daughter's lead and join the volunteer effort too. It felt very good to volunteer for a worthy cause once again. I've been absent from this kind of work for far too long.
After our food-pantry gig, I planned to take the subway home, but my daughter suggested we walk. The food pantry is 3.68 miles from our apartment (I looked up the distance when we got home), and we talked and talked, and laughed a bit too, all the way home. We plan to make this a regular routine, and I'm sure we'll benefit from the project just as much as the people we hope to help. We already have.
Also last week, my daughter and I learned about Victorians' Secret. We attended a lecture about 19th-century unmentionables! What a hoot.
The historian re-enacted the daily dressing routine of a wealthy woman from the New York City merchant class in the late 1850s. She began the session wearing a chemise and stockings and then added layer upon layer (upon layer and layer!) until she was fully dressed, including an outer coat and bonnet.
We joined the crowd of aficionados, sipped the tea that served and nibbled the pastries, and we learned about an era of history in a whole new way for us. I guess you could say we learned about 19th-century history from the bottom up.