Exactly one year earlier, it was a smoking day as well.
Smoking Day 2024
Month: December 2024
Hometown Fire
Virginia Intermont College has long been something of a central element of Bristol. Sitting high on a hill, the 19th-century buildings were a focal point of the city.
Early this morning, it burned down. Completely.
The historic James Tecumseh Preston house burned down two days ago.
There is one main theory about who's responsible...
Left Behind III: Cause of Disappearance
One of the most interesting elements of the first Left Behind book is its necessity to create some kind of imagined explanation that the non-Christians would come up with to explain the disappearance of so many people. This is what the authors come up with:
The world has been stockpiling nuclear weapons for innumerable years. Since the United States dropped atomic bombs on Japan in 1945 and the Soviet Union first detonated its own devices September 23, 1949, the world has been at risk of nuclear holocaust. Dr. Rosenzweig and his team of renowned scholars is close to the discovery of an atmospheric phenomenon that may have caused the vanishing of so many people instantaneously.”
“Dr. Rosenzweig believes that some confluence of electromagnetism in the atmosphere, combined with as yet unknown or unexplained atomic ionization from the nuclear power and weaponry throughout the world, could have been ignited or triggered-perhaps by a natural cause like lightning, or even by an intelligent lifeform that discovered this possibility before we did—and caused this instant action throughout the world.”
“Sort of like someone striking a match in a room full of gasoline vapors?” a journalist suggested.
This Dr. Rosenzweig character is, in fact, a botanist, and his theory becomes the prevailing explanation among non-believers. In the Left Behind authors' world, there are no skeptics saying, "Now, wait a minute. We stopped testing nuclear weapons decades ago. Even if your idea of 'some confluence of electromagnetism in the atmosphere, combined with as yet unknown or unexplained atomic ionization from the nuclear power and weaponry throughout the world' itself weren't completely bonkers, there simply wouldn't be any remnants decades later. The whole idea is ludicrous."
This lack of skeptical characters is hardly surprising. The Evangelical authors don't even understand current skepticism toward their faith. Any time any idea comes close to their religious beliefs, skepticism disappears.
Opłatek 2024
9 Years Ago
Probably my favorite video with the Boy...
Tenderfoot
Eighteen Years Old
Eighteen years ago, the Girl was just that -- a newborn treasure, a gift we were to cherish, a future wrapped in a little bundle. That day, she couldn't open her eyes yet; today, she couldn't drive to school because her car was in the shop. How things have changed.
That day, my mother and father became Nana and Papa. Their first grandchild had just entered our world, and they were thrilled, ready to laugh at the slightest thing, unwilling to let L out of their sight. Now Nana and Papa are no more, unable to see the strong, intelligent, and beautiful woman the Girl has become.
That day, her future was unclear but promising. Today, there is more clarity, there is more promise, but still more mystery.
Jasełka 2024
Every year for as long as I can remember there being an active Polish community in a local parish, the Poles have gathered for a Christmas potluck. Everyone shares the opłatek tradition, sings carols, and simply spends time together. Before all this, though, is the jasełka performance.
We've been doing it for so long that the kids who participated in it when we first began fifteen years ago are now done with college. Every year, though, a group of kids would put on the Christmas play. Every new a few faces disappeared and a couple of new faces made appearances.
It was truly a labor of love, cliche though that might be. Parents brought their kids for rehearsals, helped the kids learn their lines, created costumes and a set. Someone would have to find a script online. Someone would have to arrange for space for rehearsal. It took weeks to get everything together.
One year L was Mary. Another year the Boy was the baby Jesus. And once, in a pinch, L was Mary. That might have been the year E was Jesus. Or maybe not. Fifteen years of performances have all run together into a blur.
This year was the first year there was no jasełka. At all. But there were carols. There was a meal. There were opłateki. And there was, as always, a special moment for everyone to thank Father Theo, the parish's head priest. He's a gentle man from Columbia who took over celebrating the Polish Mass when no Polish priests could. He's gradually added to the portion of the ceremony more and more Polish, and now, he celebrates almost the entire Mass in Polish.
"I love Polish!" he said this evening. "All that sh sh ch sh sh sh!"
The whole afternoon/early evening is a microcosm of all my little obsessions: the passage of time, the loveliness of tradition, the importance of family, the importance of culture, the love of good food.
Things change; time passes; people grow up; people grow old; it all stays the same; it all passes in the blink of an eye.
Everything I write about here almost incessantly.
Some Previous Years
18th
Tonight, I believe, was a last of sorts. L had her eighteenth birthday party, and from what I can see, it might be the last birthday party we throw for her. Well, not the last: we'll throw her parties for as long as we can, but the last time we do it while she's still living at home.
This was a party the Girl herself planned in large part. She picked the restaurant. She decided which items would be on the menu. She made the guest list and reservations. And for the most part, we were non-participants: the kids stayed in a private room and we took the Boy to the main dining room of the restaurant and went back only when it was time to have the cake.
So different from the parties of the past. In a sense, then, the progression of our parties was a metric for the progression of the Girl. Her first birthday party was completely on us (naturally); her eighteenth, (almost) completely on her. It's another of those "letting go" moments.
But I can't say I mind letting this go: it's nice to see her pick up responsibilities we've always taken care of. It's another sign she's maturing.
Another sign of maturing: of the guests she invited (and those who came), we knew only a couple. It wasn't a question of us simply not making the guest list as we used to; we didn't even know the guests in some cases. Sure, we might have heard the kid's name, but we didn't necessarily know who was who. And that's as it should be as the Girl moves into adulthood.
"The Girl." I've called her that for so long that I can't think of a time I didn't call her that. Legally speaking, come Monday, she'll no longer be the Girl but the Woman. Legally speaking.
Emotionally speaking, she will always be the Girl.
Christmas Market
