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Birthday Surprise

After Polish mass today, the women of the choir (which K more or less leads) had a birthday surprise for her.

"I've never had so many flowers," she said when she got back home..

Saturday

K spoils us -- she really does. We all get up to freshly made racuchy topped with homemade blueberry preserves. Why? Because we asked for it? No -- because K just wanted to do something nice for us.

In return, L trimmed some of the hedges at the side of the house. To be honest, it wasn't really in return: K asked her, and L obliged. I'm not even sure she had any of the racuchy because got up late and ended up going out for lunch with her friend.

"But I'll gobble them up later," she assured me.

They're still in the fridge.

Still, the Girl did the trimming, and even put aside her teenager I-know-everything-why-in-the-world-are-you-explaining-this-ness and let K walk her through what she wanted.

In the afteroon, Ciocia M came for a visit (her girls -- L's and E's cousins for all intents and purposes -- are still in Polska) and we went for a walk in our favorite park.

A lovely day, in other words.

In the evening, we watch some replays of Olympic events -- beach volleyball, swimming, gymnastics, the individual time trial, and some tennis.

Friday Insanity

I've had the matchingtracksuits.com domain registered through the same company for as long as the website has existed, which is around 19 years or so. I've had the actual website hosted at a few different providers, but for the last few years, I've used Host Gator because their cloud VPS hosting is a good value for all I do online. I also have my school site hosted here (ourenglishclass.net) as well as a Moodle installation for class content (no URL provided because only students have access). I decided it's about time to move the domains to the same company that provides the hosting (it made sense to keep everything consolidated), so a week ago, I began the process of changing domain registrars for two of the three domains we have (kingary.net being the third). It finally went through today, and much to my surprise, it broke the two websites. Completely. And totally.

So I spent most of the day going through using phpMyAdmin to move all the necessary records from one MySQL database to another. One of the tables has 519,000 rows. Another table has a more modest 49,736. But the catch is this: I had to do massive search-and-replace operations on every table to make sure it would continue working when moved everything to the new database that now runs this site.

The upshot is this: while the site might not look all that different than it did 24 hours ago, what's going on under the hood is completely different. It still uses WordPress, to be sure, but it's a totally different installation in a totally different directory with a totally different database.

That was the day portion of Friday.

The evening was so much better. We took K out for her birthday dinner: she chose pho, which we all love. When we came back home, we played a family game, something we've never played before: a Polish game called Pytaki.It's likely made with younger children in mind, but the premise is as simple as can be: there's a bag of questions from which you choose a random question and then talk about it. They're questions that show you how well you know the other people (one for K was, "What is the best way to make the person on your right happy?" she answered immediately: "Cigar and whiskey.") or give you a chance to share a little about yourself ("What's your favorite movie.") Some where about family history, like "How did your parents meet?" A lovely game that we played for an hour and led to a lot of much-needed laughs.

K’s Birthday

Today is K's birthday. She is more beautiful than the day I married her, forever youthful and filled with smiles and grace.

We'll be having a celebratory dinner tomorrow -- she wants pho -- but today, we went to Furman for an informal concert as part of their Music by the Lake summer series. Since today's performance included Rhapsody in Blue (?!?!), it was held indoors: a piano wouldn't handle South Carolina humidity very well at all.

Working on the Room and the Trail

The Boy and I spent a little time working on my classroom. I head back in a week; the kids go back in two.

I was toying with the idea of changing things up in my room, but everything has been as it is for about the last six years and it works -- so why change it?

Sequence

"Let's play a family board game tonight!" the Boy declared. The Girl was at track practice, and the three of us were going to head out for a mountain biking adventure before it began raining. But the Boy still wanted to do something together.

He wanted Monopoly (as always); we agreed to play Sequence.

It's a game we've played a lot over the years, and somewhere, I have a picture (and a post) of us playing it with Nana and Papa.

Perhaps this will be a game we play together when the kids come back home for a visit...

Horse and Snow

Taken with Nikon FM, 28mm, on Ilford 25 ISO film

Return to the Tallulah Gorge

Elderberries

We dedicated today to our elderberries. I clipped the clusters from the bush in the late morning, and K spent a lot of time pulling the small black pearls from their clusters as I worked and after I finished when I joined her.

And when I say we dedicated today to the elderberries, I mean the whole day. As I type (and work on my safety videos for school), K is finishing up, filling jars with fresh elderberry preserves.

We ended up with something like who-knows-how-many kilos of berries (was it four? five? I can't recall) which will make who-knows-how-many pints of preserves.

The other task for the evening was helping the Boy get his room straightened up, a Sisyphean task if ever there be one. We ended up throwing out quite a bit of stuff, an act that initially stressed and frustrated the Boy a great deal.

Surrendering even the smallest trinket is difficult for someone as sentimental as E. I can understand that, though I hope eventually to grow out of it myself.

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