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Assumptions

We go through our lives with basic assumptions that we often never question. Some of those assumptions are small, relatively insignificant; others involve reality on a global scale.

Take for instance the Cold War: growing up, I never thought it would end. And yet it did. I never would have conceived of the Soviet Union not existing; and it's been gone close to thirty years now.

What about the threat of Germany? We mostly thought some kind of far-right resurgence could never happen -- at least I always thought that. At least in my adulthood. In my childhood -- that's a different story. At any rate, an interesting article appeared in the New York Times the other day about just what I have thought all my adult life is impossible:

One central motivation of the extremists has seemed so far-fetched and fantastical that for a long time the authorities and investigators did not take it seriously, even as it gained broader currency in far-right circles.

Neo-Nazi groups and other extremists call it Day X — a mythical moment when Germany’s social order collapses, requiring committed far-right extremists, in their telling, to save themselves and rescue the nation.

Today Day X preppers are drawing serious people with serious skills and ambition. Increasingly, the German authorities consider the scenario a pretext for domestic terrorism by far-right plotters or even for a takeover of the government.

“I fear we’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg,” said Dirk Friedriszik, a lawmaker in the northeastern state of Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania, where Nordkreuz was founded. “It isn’t just the KSK. The real worry is: These cells are everywhere. In the army, in the police, in reservist units.”

New York Times

I'm such an anti-conspiracy theorist that I forget that people actually do conspire sometimes...

New New Year

We had our first staff meeting of the 2020/2021 school year this afternoon -- via Zoom. I think that's fairly indicative of what the year will be like.

What do we know now? We know what our various schedules will look like. We have four possibilities:

  1. Remote learning 100% -- no days in the school.
  2. In-person learning 25% of the time -- every kid comes to school one day a week, with the other days being online-only. (Reduces class sizes to about 7 per period.)
  3. In-person learning 50% of the time -- every kid comes to school twice a week, with the other days being online-only.
  4. Full-time in-person learning.

But we've known about these possibilities for weeks now. What exactly will we be doing? We're supposed to find out 10 August -- the first day teachers head back for in-school work days. If we go with option 1, which would be the sensible option given how awful our state if faring because of the high proportion of anti-maskers in our lovely red state, all our "getting rooms ready" time will be for nothing. No big deal -- more planning time.

Still, there's a lot more behind the scenes than I'd really thought about. What about kids who would otherwise be suspended? If we're in scenario 2, a three-day suspension would mean in reality three-week suspension. "We're just not going to do that if we can at all avoid it," our principal said. That was a scenario that I'd never considered, though.

I expect in the coming weeks, we'll be encountering much we didn't expect, no matter what our schooling looks like.

More Hearts

Papa won, hence the "heart attack."

Hearts

K and I played a three-handed game of hearts with the Girl tonight. We wanted to watch a movie, but L was not in the mood. "She'll play a card game," I thought, and bounded up to her room to suggest it.

I like throwing down the queen of spades on unsuspecting players, and I usually keep her in my hand. L did poorly on the first hand, and so for the second hand, I wanted to make sure she didn't get the queen. I almost ended up with it myself as a result.

But I did manage to do something that has crossed my mind a few times, but I never did: announce to everyone I had the queen. I began the hand with 7 spades; K gave me the ace, king, and queen of spades. But I had not a single diamond. At one point, I even lead with spades to get the hand to someone else, waiting for the first person to lead with diamonds. It was K. I laid it on her.

In the end, I gave her the queen probably four or five times. When we finished, she said, "Well, pack up your stuff to sleep on the couch."

L thought it was uproariously amusing. And I think that was what it was all about. Next time, I'll have to fall on the sword a number of times -- it should amuse L even more, and K, too.

Saturday

The day began with a challenge: the Swamp Rabbit Trail. Our goal was to ride the whole distance (well, the main part of the trail) and back again -- a total of 22 miles. For K and me, it was probably not that big a deal -- we've ridden further, and faster. For the Girl, it was no big deal: she's been cycling a lot lately, plus she's just young and strong. But for the Boy? His longest ride to date was 16 miles, just over a year ago.

Other than being younger and not as strong, he has another disadvantage: a smaller bike that cannot possibly go nearly as fast. Yet he soldiered through.

In the afternoon, he and I finished our summer project. French drain completed and completely hidden.

Papa’s Parents

I found this scanned picture while going through copied files to make sure that I’d moved everything from the old to the new computer. They’re quite younger in this picture than I remember.

The Aftermath

How did the sleepover go? Just how much sleep did the boys get? Well, this was E in the early afternoon…

Sleepover

Remember your first sleepover? Not staying at your grandparents’ house — staying with a friend. Did you make it through the night without calling home? Without going home? I didn’t.

Tonight, E’s best friend is sleeping over in preparation for a hypothetical camping trip with us next week. So far, so good.

And a random picture…

K in 2002.

New

roof and drain system.

History Personal and Impersonal

K and I are watching the Polish Netflix series 1983. I started watching it when it came out, but stopped around the second or third episode because I thought K might enjoy it. I was right. It’s an alternative history story set in the early 2000s in which the Soviet Union still exists, and Poland is still within its orbit to a greater or lesser degree. The title references a nationwide, multi-site terrorist attack that occurred in 1983 and resulted in a great sense of national unity and bolstered the Party’s support among the rank and file.

As far as reading goes, I’m almost through with Chernobyl: The History of a Nuclear Catastrophe by Serhii Plokhy. The common notion is that the disaster in Chernobyl (which I learned means “wormwood” in Ukrainian, although this site takes issue with that) hastened the fall of the Soviet Union. It showed that the Soviets couldn’t keep up with the technology of the West like it claimed it could: the reactor at the power plant was a RBMK type reactor, which was moderated with graphite-typed boron rods, without any sort of containment building. The graphite tips on the control rods were a cheaper solution; the lack of a concrete building meant to contain possible radiation was also due to cost. The graphite tips, when they got stuck, accelerated the reaction, which is the opposite function of control rods. At any rate, the Soviet Union was weakened, which likely lead to Gorbachev’s lack of intervention as the satellite nations fell away: maintaining empire was yet another cost the USSR could not maintain.

Had the Soviet Union not fallen, had Poland remained communist, had the vision of 1983 been reality, and the reality of Chernobyl just a bad dream, I would have never met K. An odd realization, and odd timing with reading and viewing…