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Finishing Up

Wednesday 29 January 2020 | 1 Comment

The Girl has some new furniture. She asked me to help; I did, for a while. But I resisted as well. Not because I wanted to do something else. I thought that at her age, she might get more out of doing a lot of it herself — a sense of accomplishment is a valuable feeling.

Tonight, she worked on the drawers to her desk. In fact, she completed them. And the rest of the desk, as a matter of fact.

I did what I do probably too much: I photographed the event. As she gets older, the Girl is less thrilled with my photographic attention.

Which, given this generation’s obsession with selfies, strikes me as a little odd.

Blessing 2020

Tuesday 28 January 2020 | 0 Comments

I first noticed it at a friend's house. Above one of the doors were some numbers and letters, and I thought it was perhaps a marking left behind during construction -- some kind of measurement or something. Of course, the house in question was long finished: it was not one of the half-built, "raw" houses that dotted the road that ran through Lipnica. This was a fully completed house, but I didn't really think about that. I just didn't have any idea why someone would write something in chalk on the wall.

And then I married a Polish Catholic and found out: it's the indication of the blessing of the house.

I've grown much more skeptical in the last few years and tend to have to fight the temptation to view these things as I once did, which is not all that positively. To begin with, the priest is supposed to do it. Our priest leaves a basket of blessed chalk in the church narthex with a card that includes instructions and the prayers. This year, we didn't get the blessed chalk, so we just used chalk that we bought at Walmart. Does that make a difference? Ontologically, it should: if not blessing it didn't make a difference, why bless it to begin with? And what exactly does blessing the chalk do? Is it possible to discern the difference between blessed and unblessed chalk?

There's not even consensus about the origin and meaning of what one writes in chalk:

The origin of this ritual comes from eastern Europe where homeowners mark their doors with the sign 20+C+M+B=(year). CMB are the initials of the three Wise Men: Caspar, Melchoir and Balthasar who are remembered on the Feast of Epiphany.

Another interpretation given of this sign is: Christus Mansionem Bededicat (Christ Blesses this Mansion). We welcome you to bless your home for the New Year using the blessed chalk and rite given below:

One person makes the inscription with chalk above the door (20+C+M+B+14), while another proclaims the corresponding words: The three Wise Men, Caspar, Melchoir, and Balthasar followed the star of God’s son who became Man (20) two thousand years ago. (+) May Christ bless our dwelling (+) and remain with us throughout the New Year.

If we don't know what it means, doesn't that kind of make it, well, useless?

Perhaps. Perhaps not. Perhaps what's more important is the unity involved in the process, both in the blessing itself and in the overarching idea. It keeps us thinking about the house as not just as a building, a location, but as a home, an idea.

New Furniture

Monday 27 January 2020 | 0 Comments

L wanted new furniture in her room. Truth be told, she’d outgrown a lot of what she already had, so it was a need rather than a want — surprising, I know.

So Saturday, the Girl and the Boy hopped into the van (we still haven’t sold it) one last time and headed to their favorite Sweedish store.

Destruction

Friday 03 January 2020 | 0 Comments

On May 30 of last year, there was an enormous fire just about a mile from where we live. The home was completely destroyed, and only a few weeks later, its remains were razed.

Massive fire destroys home in Mauldin
Massive fire destroys home in Mauldin

Here are a couple of articles about the incident:

Just yesterday, there was another fire in the same area. In fact, the locations are less than a quarter of a mile away from each other.

As with the other fire, I was unaware of it until after it occurred. I would have thought we'd hear the sirens and realize how close they were coming, but perhaps not.

Crews: Mauldin home fire tears through attic

All of this, of course, got me thinking, got me remembering. When I was in high school, a home two doors down from us caught on fire when lightning struck an air conditioner and started a fire in the second story. Dad and I were home; Mom was somewhere. She panicked when she was stopped from entering the development and heard that the fire was on our street. The officers holding back traffic told her the address of the fire and she breathed an audible sigh of relief, I'm sure. Perhaps shed a tear of relief as well as tears of sorrow for our neighbors.

Post-Christmas Saturday

Saturday 28 December 2019 | 0 Comments

Down Time

Tuesday 17 December 2019 | 0 Comments

Toilet

Monday 09 December 2019 | 0 Comments

There are few things as satisfying as fixing something. The toilet in Papa’s guest bathroom had a leak around one of the bolts that holds the tank to the toilet itself. In the process of determining that, I also figured that the valve itself needed replacing. So a trip or two to Home Depot and everything was set.

There are few things more frustrating than thinking you’ve fixed something only to find that something else in the meantime — like a slightly too-small tank gasket — has caused an even bigger problem. A test flush resulted in virtually all the water in the tank out the sides, onto the wall to the floor.

That Log

Wednesday 27 November 2019 | 0 Comments

My neighbor came over today to help me wrestle that log out of our creek. The problem is simple: it’s sitting in the water, so there’s no way to cut it into manageable pieces. The real problem: the thing probably weighs well in excess of 1,000 pounds.

We got some of it cut, but the vast majority still lies in the creek. We’ll try again Saturday with some kind of improvised wench system.

Sunny Sunday

Sunday 24 November 2019 | 0 Comments

After all the rain yesterday, it was really a relief to us all to see the sun this morning. It made the autumnal trees in the backyard shimmer and shine.

The Boy and I decided to wander down to the stream to see what it looked like after such a long, heavy rain. I thought the little island we’d built up earlier this year might well be gone with that volume of water rushing through.

What we saw instead was that the tree that had fallen into the creek had been washed downstream a significant distance — thirty or so feet.

And our island was completely gone — it couldn’t withstand the several-hundred-pound tree’s attack.

Saturday in the Yard

Saturday 09 November 2019 | 0 Comments

I spent an hour this morning preparing for next week's lessons, and though I'd already readied an article for next week's Article of the Week, I ditched those plans when checking the news, I realized what today was: the thirtieth anniversary of the breach of the Berlin Wall. The fall? Well, I guess so -- once it was breached, the Wall was no more a wall.

I watched those reports on CBS Evening News realizing the momentousness of the event though perhaps not its personal significance.

I say "perhaps" and not "certainly" because it's a question: would I have met K had the Berlin Wall not come down? Communist control in Poland at that point were already teetering. Solidarność's revolution, with Wałęsa at the visible helm, had already gained traction -- almost a decade earlier -- and gone underground again only to reemerge to take all available seats in the sejm just a few months prior to this significant day 30 years ago. Perhaps Germany could have remained divided while Poland transformed, but all those regimes were like so many dominoes or a Jenga pile: once one went, they all went. So I might have gone to Poland; I might have met K; but there are no guarantees, certainly.

From that spins out a series of eventualities that are far from certainties.

Had all that happened, it's hard to see that I would live in Greenville now, that I, after having planned and prepared for a week of lessons at a local middle school, would spend a late Saturday morning trimming hedges, pulling the remains of flowers, and mowing.

Where I would be, what my life would look like -- it's impossible to say. But it strikes me as odd that events halfway around the world helped set a trajectory that ended with me pulling purple hearts from the flowerbed as K took the Boy to rehearsal for the Polish community's annual Christmas pageant.

I prepared the Article of the Week assignment and decided that instead of the usual multiple-choice questions about bias and central idea -- all designed to prepare students for the standardized testing that will consume the final weeks of school -- I would ask them a simple self-reflection question: "What will be the Fall-of-the-Berlin-Wall event of your adolescence? What world event do you think could happen that would change the course of history permanently for the better?" And unlike all those silly questions that I have check, I'll be eager to read their responses.