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Rebranding
There’s a local mega-church that rebranded a few years ago to “Relentless Church.” I thought that was an odd name. I always assumed it was suggesting that the Christian god is relentless in trying to reach the so-called unchurched, but there was something needlessly aggressive about that name. To be relentless seems antithetical to one of Christianity’s claimed attributes (claimed only, I would argue): that it’s built on mercy. To relent is, to some degree, to show mercy. Still, I thought they could have chosen a sillier name.
The pastor, a large man named John Gray, caused some controversy a few years ago when he bought his wife a $200,000 Lamborghini SUV. It made the Today Show:
His defense was that he used money from the couple’s reality show and his book sales to purchase the vehicle. It still seems pretty tone deaf to be a supposed servant of God and spend that kind of money on a vehicle.
But apparently tone deafness is one of Gray’s predominant qualities, for he’s decided to rebrand his church once again. This time: Love Story Church.
Considering the stream of sexual abuse scandals in countless denominations over the last few years, I couldn’t possibly imagine a worse name for the church
End of the Break
The break is over: the kids go back tomorrow, with E starting his second semester in middle school and L beginning her last semester as a junior. Two facts that are hard to comprehend: the Boy is 11; the Girl just turned 17. One more hard-to-believe fact: the school year is half over now.
I went back to school today for a teacher’s workday. Walking down the halls this morning I had the realization that we only have a matter of months before the end-of-year testing kicks in, and few of my on-level kids are ready for it. Granted, they’ve made progress this first semester, but there’s still so much more to do. One of the frustrations I have with all this testing is that it’s heartlessly uniform in its expectations: growth doesn’t matter; improvement doesn’t register — everyone has to reach the same place at the same time. The kids who go from struggling to write a paragraph with more than three sentences to writing fully-formed Schaffer paragraphs that make a claim, provide evidence, and explain that evidence will still get a “Not Met” score at the end of the year even though they’ve grown more than the English Honors kids who will score “Exceeds Expectations.” The kids who had so many emotional issues that sitting in a class and focusing for more than a few moments who grow to the point that they can remain focused for ten minutes at a time and work collaboratively with their peers without getting off-topic for a full five minutes — they’ll still “fail” despite all the evidence I could provide to the contrary.
Basketball Practice
Site Work
Trying to fix this slow-loading site -- I ended up loading an old theme from ten years ago. Basic, but a little faster loading.
That's about all I feel like doing on this site today, so this will have to do to keep the streak going.
First Day 2024
Hilton Head Day 2
We've had that model plane for -- I don't even know how long. Over a year. Maybe more.
"At some point, we'll put it together," I assured E, and myself.
And so as we were packing for this end-of-the-year trip, we had the idea that we could take the model and put it together here, in Hilton Head. Most of it, though, the Boy did himself. I wanted to be involved, but I also wanted him to have the experience of assembling it alone. I helped when he requested it.
This morning, he finished it.
In the afternoon, a stop at Piggly Wiggly -- they still exist!
And in the evening, a walk on the beach,
some time in the hot tub,
and games in the condo.
Hilton Head Day 1, Redux
K's pictures
Hilton Head Day 1
We started the day with a long sleep -- not a single alarm clock set in the entire condominium. None. Not a FitBit set to gently jingle one awake; not a phone set to start chirping, screaming, or whatever alarms various family members use to drag themselves out of bed. Nothing.
First up, a walk on the beach just beside our complex. It's technically not on the ocean but rather on the sound that separates Hilton Head from St. Helena Island and Parris Island just to the northeast of us.
The plan was to have an afternoon walk on Hilton Head's main beach in the afternoon after exploring the downtown area, but K so fell in love with the marshy beach that she wanted to return after a short walk on the main tourist beach.
But we'll get to that later.
One of the things Hilton Head is famous for is its wealth, and there's no lack of that around us. The house just to the south of our complex is a 10,000 square foot beast that is valued, according to Zillow, at $4.5 million. Probably someone's second home at that.
This kind of conspicuous wealth -- I just don't understand it. It screams lack of confidence in one's own being. The only way I can feel great about myself is by showing off how much wealth I have. That's how I've already seen it.
But that was neither here nor there as the Boy explored the shoreline (with the Girl still asleep in the condo), discovering at least a dozen horseshoe crab shells.
The place we're renting is in a somewhat-dated but still lovely complex that, according to one resident we spoke with, is 50% owned and 50% rented. There are tennis courts (used, as far as we can tell, primarily for pickleball), an outdoor pool, an indoor pool, a jacuzzi, a sauna -- a regular spa.
There's even an odd, enclosed but unheated porch area. Not sure how comfortable that might be in the heat of the summer, but in the winter, all one needs is a blanket or jacket and it's fine out there.
After our post-walk coffee and cake, we went downtown to do a little shopping. Not what I love doing, but I made it through the whole afternoon without even a peep of protest at the suggestion, "Let's go into this store!"
The Girl was shopping for a birthday present for one of her friends; K was shopping for a dress for the Girl.
In the end, they both walked away happy, and I even got something: a bottle of Ghost Pepper and garlic hot sauce, locally made.
"Is it hot?" the Boy asked after I sampled a bit in the store.
"It's definitely warm."
After shopping, it was time for lunch: Babcia's first time having sushi. The meal came with miso soup -- another first -- which Babcia liked but suggested: "it could use some potatoes."
After lunch, we headed to the main beach. At first, K was in love with it: "The changing rooms, the showers -- so charming!" But the beach itself -- nothing much, she proclaimed.
So in the end, we just headed back to our little beach to see the sunset colors.
Cracker Stop
On the way to Hilton Head this evening, we stopped for dinner at Cracker Barrel. It’s not a place we ever go to on our own, but when someone from Poland is here—well, they have to try good old fashioned greens.
