Soccer and the Yard
around the house
Planting
End of Spring Break 2018
The guests have all returned home and we’re all getting ready to return to our normal schedules next week. That meant a bit of cleaning today — getting things back in some semblance of order after four days of fun in sixes as opposed to fun in fours. Fifty percent more people results in decidedly more than fifty percent more mess, but who’s complaining? It gave the kids a bit of a chance to build some character.
In the morning, the Boy and I finished off a little project we’d started the day before. The area in front of our new fence’s gate will never — never — see grass again due to the simple fact that the gate funnels foot traffic in a way that an open space never did. We dug down about four inches, added some landscaping timbers and two dozen bags of river rock and solved the problem.
We created a new one in the meantime. The Boy, as always, was keen to help. He wanted to help drive the spikes into the timbers.
“Be careful,” I said. “You can easily get hurt.” A little Boy slinging a two-pound hammer about could be a formula for a mini-disaster, and that’s exactly what happened. He was driving in the spike I’d started for him, holding the hammer with two hands as I’d instructed when he unexpectedly reached down and grabbed the spike with one hand just as he was dropping the hammer. The crying was as close to screaming as it could be: he struck a glancing blow that gouged out a little hunk of flesh.
He sat in my lap afterward for a long time as the cry died to a whimper and then finally stopped. It was another one of those little reminders about how being a parent is such a gift. There was only one person on the planet whom he might have would have picked over me to comfort him: K. It’s medicine for the soul to feel that needed.
In the afternoon, the family went to a local plant nursery to pick up the shrubs and trees we’re going to use to fill in the corner of the fence.
“I don’t want the first thing people see when they pull into our driveway to be that fence,” K said on more than one occasion. That fence — K has a love/hate relationship with it. She loves the sense of security it provides given the simple fact that one of our neighbors has a pit bull that has gotten out of its small fenced area a few times, but she hates the look.
We hope to finish the planting tomorrow — the above is a before shot as a point of reference prior to our initial planting today. The forecast doesn’t look cooperative, though. We’ll find something to do, though, no doubt.
Good Friday 2018
Smoking ribs for Easter żurek and a visit to the tomb the Polish community made.
First Spring Saturday
Not really. It's another month until spring according to the calendar, but this is South Carolina: it's been in the sixties and seventies all week, and the yard shows it: weeds everywhere.
K and her mother spoke over Skype while E ate breakfast. He was in the room the whole time because of complications with his electronics time -- he didn't have any today. We're trying a new motivation for sleeping through the night.
Afterward, it was soccer practice -- first practice for the spring. We requested the same coach as we had in the autumn, Coach Kevin, and when we arrived for practice, we saw that we weren't the only ones to request him. So the Boy jumped right in without the shyness that sometimes plagues him in new situations.
Throughout the day, he practiced tying his new shoes. He's become brand-conscious: he simply had to have Under Armor brand shoes. The price he had to pay? No velcro. He made some progress in the whole process through the week, but it's still a matter of, "Daddy, I'm in a hurry! Can you tie my shoe?"
Out with the Old
The day began as all Saturdays do: a conversation with Babcia via Skype. The Boy took to showing Babcia several cars, explaining their significance in halting Polish. Babcia speaks no English, and the Boy speaks no Russian, so he has to use Polish if he’s going to speak with Babcia, which he is really motivated to do. It’s a good way, then, to get him using the language.
I spent the morning working on class materials. I’ve decided to use Quizet to hit vocabulary really hard in the second semester to make up for negligence in the first quarter. I’ve always struggled teaching vocabulary, but I’ve discovered a few online tools sure to make my students’ life more interesting.
In the afternoon, we finally got to work on the new trampoline. The first step was to take the old one down. The plan was originally to try to pass it on to someone else via Craigslist: “Free trampoline! All you have to do is come and disassemble it and get it out of your yard!” But I saw how that would end up: it would sit there forever, looking stupid — two trampolines in the backyard = a decidedly redneck feel. So I borrowed our neighbors’ truck, and the Boy and I ripped the thing apart and hauled it to the dump. He was terribly excited at the prospect of throwing so many pieces of metal into the huge dumpsters at the local dump station, and he was just as frustrated to realize that we wouldn’t be tossing them down into the dumpster below us but up into the dumpster. Still, he tossed a few pieces out of the truck with loud clattering, attention-grabbing style.
Once it was gone, the backyard looked so huge. The fence we had installed for Clover closed everything in quite a bit, and there was a moment when I thought about the time years from now when we’ll finally get rid of the trampoline because the kids are too big for it or not interested in it or — gulp — gone, and I smiled at the thought, but only briefly. Who wants to wish away one’s life for such a silly thing?
The kids came down to help out with the assembly of the new trampoline, which took a lot longer than I really anticipated. We all pulled together, though, and got it done more or less as a family. K was in the house, cleaning and cooking most of the the time, but she came down from time to time to check on our progress, help us out with getting the net up, and take some pictures.
And play with the dog a bit. Which, truth be told, was its own form of help: Clover can be really needy when we’re outside but not playing with her. She wants attention. She craves attention. And when the Girl and I were fighting with the springs and canvas, figuring out how exactly the next support system worked, and keeping the Boy from wondering off with pieces and parts, a worrisome dog was just that.
We finaly got it all together and the expected happened: it began raining.
Still, a great day overall.
First Day Out
It's been cold here lately -- ridiculously cold for South Carolina. The majority of the nights over the last ten days have been below freezing, which is something here; a substantial number (a majority of that majority?) have been below 20 degrees. In Poland, nothing out of the ordinary; K and I are used to such things. Here? It's ridiculously cold.
Add to it the tragic fact that we've all taken turns getting sick over that same period of time and it's obvious why no one has done much of anything outside these last few days. The dog is the only exception: she doesn't really care. The rest of us have done our best to stay warm.
So when we all were home and it was 59 degrees this afternoon, there was only one thing to do.
The Boy and the Girl were happy to jump on the trampoline again. The new trampoline, which should actually have some bounce to it, is still in parts on the basement floor.
"Let's wait until it warms up," K encouraged. That was Christmas. It's still on the floor.
"Daddy! Today it's warmed up! Can you work on the trampoline?" was the refrain from both the kids, but I was too busy laughing with K as she jumped out of the swing like a teenager.
The dog was thrilled to have someone to play with her again. She's really such a gregarious dog. She'll play outside by herself for a while, but she's always happy to have a companion. And don't even think about doing something outside the newly fenced area: she'll stand at the fence and whimper like she's being abused.
Counting Costs
How much does it cost to have a puppy? There are the upfront costs -- the puppy itself, shots, sterilization, etc. There are the hidden costs -- a new fence, multiple harnesses to find the right one, etc. Then there are the destructive costs -- shoes chewed, furniture chewed, etc. We've been lucky in the latter, perhaps because we've been unlucky in the former two. We've managed to keep Clover from destroying much of anything of value. She's learned more or less to ignore shoes. More or less. She went through a gnawing on furniture legs phase, but that seems to have passed as well. However, there's a chair in the living room that she enjoys chewing the bottom of, which probably won't make it through her puppyhood.
So I guess we should be thankful...
(A random thought to keep my post-every-day-for-a-month goal going even though I'm not 100% and slept most of the day...)
Playing in the Leaves
It was a job the Boy wanted to do from yesterday morning.
"Now can we rake leaves?" he kept asking.
"No, first we're putting up Christmas lights."
He wandered off to play with a neighbor, to have a break inside, to ride his bike, but he came back occasionally to help out.
"Now are we going to rake leaves?" he asked after I finished with the last lights.
"No, now I have to mow."
"Why?"
Indeed. It's December. Why should I be mowing now? That's the reality of living in the south. I'll likely mow again before Christmas. The primary motivation was to take care of the leaves, but the grass was looking a bit unkept as well.
"Now are we going to rake leaves?"
"No, now we're going to Nana's and Papa's to help with their Christmas decorations and to have dinner."
So when we got back from Mass just after noon today, we started raking and blowing the leaves. After Scouts today, we finished up.
The Girl joined us, because what was the end goal of it all? Simple: a pile of leaves to play in.
Flood
Post-flood pictures from a month ago or so.
