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Boxing Day 2019

Thursday 26 December 2019 | 0 Comments

I’ve never really been a fan of Monopoly. After about the age of ten or eleven, I determine that there was too much chance involved, and I just found it frustrating. I never played it after that.

As an adult, though, I’ve come to recognize that there is a fair amount of chance in life that just sucks money from one’s bank account. Medical emergencies, car repairs, accidents, home issues, and the like — all unplanned, all expenses.

When the Girl got Monopoly for Christmas this year, I knew I’d end up playing it with the kids. I didn’t realize how much fun it could be as an adult who can simply look at it as a game that is a fairly accurate reflection of the frustrations of adulthood and, more importantly, as a game that can provide lessons to kids and time together as a family.

We played twice today. The first time, it was just the kids and I. It only took a moment for me to realize the value for a seven-year-old. He had to read, to count money, and occasionally make change.

L dominated us, and the Boy was hemorrhaging cash to a degree that he declared he was going to quit. We talked him down, but then K returned home and we set about to preparing and eating dinner.

Afterward, the kids wanted to play again, so we sat down as a family and began. I had a little strategy in mind that I wanted to test: quality, not quantity. I bought a bunch of properties quickly, then traded at exorbitant cost to myself three or four properties for the final street to make the orange set:

New York Avenue
Tennessee Avenue
St. James Place

I then set about to building them up to two houses each as quickly as possible. The result: I was getting a couple of hundred bucks every few cycles of the board.

The Boy took a similar route: he ended up with all the railroads and soon was rolling in money.

Poor K was getting hit left and right: bad luck with Community Chest/Chance cards, bad luck with the dice (she must have landed on the luxury tax four or five times), and soon she was down to little cash and few unmortgaged properties.

Then I bought one more house for each of my properties and drawing $550-$600 from every poor player who landed on one of them. K finally landed on one, and it just about wiped her out.

Her reaction: she laughed. Our reaction: we laughed with her.

On our walk this evening, then, we were able to help E see that the most important thing in a game like that is just to have fun. “It’s just a game!”

Christmas 2019

Wednesday 25 December 2019 | 0 Comments

A few shots from our Christmas walk with friends.

Few pictures from the party with the same friends because we were to busy having a Christmas party: eating, drinking, singing, talking, laughing, repeating.

Wigilia 2019

Tuesday 24 December 2019 | 0 Comments

Christmas in contemporary culture is all about the gifts. "What did you get for Christmas?" "Look what I got for Christmas!" "Did you hear what Sally bought Harry for Christmas?" It seems easy to get caught up in the commercialism of the day when it surrounds you as it does in our culture.

Yet throughout the evening, I kept thinking of the gifts of a different sort that we were getting on a weekly, daily, or even hourly basis if only we look around. There's much to be thankful for even in the simplest events of a day.

There are the obvious things: we have a lot of food in the house now, more than seems decent. And we have a woman in our lives who spent an inordinate amount of time preparing it for us. Sure we all helped a little, but keeping things in perspective, it was a very little indeed.

We have a warm and cozy home -- a place to prepare that food and eat it later, and a place to sleep when the day is done. We have warm clothes. All these things are necessary, but we could do with a lot less of all these things.

Where we really find cause for gratitude is in the family itself. That's where the real gifts are.

"[E]ven in such moments tinged with temporary loss, there was a bit of brightness — we’ll appreciate it all the more next near when Nana is back with us." Thus I ended last year's thoughts on Wigilia, and here it is, a year later, and Nana is not back with us. It's hard not to get depressed about things like that. Yet Papa expresses his gratitude for the simple fact that Nana suffers no more, and that he was the one that was left behind. "That was her single greatest fear," he's explained to friends and family.

Having Papa around all the time, though the cause of it all is in many ways tragic (but not all ways: see above), is a gift to the kids, especially the Boy. E spends a great deal of time in Papa's room, watching drawing videos on the computer, eating a snack, sketching something out, playing with cars, just hanging out. "It's my favorite room in the house," the Boy has insisted multiple times.

And then there's Ciocia M and her daughters: they are more like family than just about anyone we know in the States. T, C, L, and E are not family only by a technicality of blood, and I sometimes feel that Ciocia M and K must have been sisters in a previous life if such lives exist.

But why think about previous lives when we're so fortunate to have the present life we have?

Carols During Mass

Previous Years

Wigilia 2003

Wigilia 2004

Wigilia 2005

Wigilia 2006

Wigilia 2007

Wigilia 2008

Wigilia 2009

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Wigilia 2011

Wigilia 2012

Wigilia 2013

Wigilia 2014

Wigilia 2015

Wigilia 2016

Wigilia 2017

Wigilia 2018

Wigilia Preparation 2019

Monday 23 December 2019 | 0 Comments

It was a rainy day — good thing everything we had to do was indoors. K did a lot of cooking; I did a little helping and some shopping; the kids did some cleaning, some cooking, and some playing.

This year has been a little different than almost all years previous. Usually, we’ve been working on this for several days by this point. Last year, it was different due to Nana’s condition; this year, it was a family reunion and church obligations. The result: we’ve planned a very scaled back Wigilia. No mushroom soup — that will come Christmas day. A simpler meal altogether. Mass at four in the afternoon (the Girl is singing). Wigilia promises to be different tomorrow. Quieter. Simpler.

I can’t help but think that’s a good thing.

Pre-Christmas Family Reunion

Sunday 22 December 2019 | 0 Comments

Opłatek 2019

Thursday 19 December 2019 | 0 Comments

It's the fourth year I've shared the oplatek with students here in America, which means it's the eleventh time I've shared it with students in my life. The first year we did it, I found it to be so magical that I was sure that it couldn't ever be so perfect. The kids enjoyed it more than I remember seeing thirteen-year-olds enjoy something proposed by an adult: I expecting at least some reluctance, some groans, some pushback.

Every year since then, it's been the same, though. I show them images of Wigilia in Poland, explain the sharing of the Christmas wafer, and suggest that it might be enjoyable to do it here. Some heads shake doubtfully. Most just look at me suspiciously, perhaps a little expectantly.

This year, though, I tried something new: I suggested to my journalism students, whom I teach in the final period and most of whom I've had earlier in the day for English I Honors, if they wanted to do it again. "After all," I said, "there are several in the room here who didn't do it earlier." The enthusiasm was as clear as it had been earlier in the day.

A good day to be a teacher.

Previous Years

Opłatek

Oplatek

Wigilia 2015

Watching

Wednesday 18 December 2019 | 0 Comments

Down Time

Tuesday 17 December 2019 | 0 Comments

13

Monday 16 December 2019 | 0 Comments

Today we became parents of a teenager.

I sit and look at that word in wonder. “She’s thirteen,” I said to myself multiple times today. “Thirteen!”

She’s no longer interested in getting toys of any kind for her birthday. She’s no longer interested in watching cartoons. She’s no longer interested in so many things that once meant the world to her.

Now she watches Grey’s Anatomy and advises K on make-up brands. She picks apart K’s and my words, looking for semantic loopholes — “But you said…” — and no longer turns up her nose at movie recommendations coming from me.

She’s as tall as K now, as stubborn as anyone we know, as sweet as a thirteen-year-old can be (and that age can be incredibly sweet — I wouldn’t have worked with thirteen-year-olds for as long as I have if it weren’t for that). She’ll stay up as late as we allow (probably later), sleep as long as we let her, and fuss at the silliest things — just like a teenager, I guess.

She’s more beautiful than we could have expected, more aggravating than we would have wished, funnier than we deserve, and often sweeter than honey.

Except when she’s not

Which means she’s officially a teenager.

Jaselka 2019

Sunday 15 December 2019 | 0 Comments

The Polish community in the area has a mass on the last Sunday of every month, but just before Christmas, there's a special mass. We've done it every year for ten years now.

So much has changed.

Families have moved into the area and out. New families have moved from Poland; old families (at least one -- perhaps more that I don't know of, but the plural sounds better) have returned to Poland. The kids to put on the Christmas pageant in those early years are now in college; many of the kids performing now weren't even born then. We parents are all a little older, slower, wiser (?); some more cynical, some more devout; some rounder, some not. The world is a different place; our city is a different place.

Yet the pre-Christmas jasełka-centered Sunday has held steady through it all.

I count myself among those in the "more cynical" list, at least about the whole Catholic/theistic enterprise. I find myself moving more and more back to my old skeptical position, the animosity I felt toward religion returning.

Yet at its best, this is what religion provides: markers by which we can measure our lives, strengthen our communities, and share with friends.