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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!”

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

Watching

Wednesday 18 December 2019 | 0 Comments

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.

And who could deny the beauty of the opłatek tradition?

Previous Years

Jasełka 2017

Jasełka 2016

Jasełka 2015

Six and Jaselka

Jasełka 2013

Jasełka

Performance

Jasełka

The Card and the Project

Tuesday 10 December 2019 | 0 Comments

The Boy loves Pokemon cards. We play sometimes, but I'm not sure he understands quite how to play because the way he taught me seems a little overly simplistic. But we still have fun.

For some time now he's been participating at the card trading table the teachers have set up for kids in after school. Every day he tells me about who wanted to trade what with whom, and sometimes he's frustrated because someone didn't want to make a given trade with him and other times he's upset because he didn't want to make a trade with someone -- rarely are all parties happy, I fear.

During all this trading, he's had a single-minded goal: to get some super-mega-ultra card with some ungodly number of damage points and virtual immortality. At least that what it sounds like in all his almost-hyperventilating hyperbolic descriptions.

Today, he finally managed to make that trade.

In the evening he had to work on a project that we somehow didn't realize was a project and got swallowed up in the chaos that is our family life. He got another copy of the project and began working on it tonight.

As a teacher, I always view these things a little differently than K. I find myself sometimes judging work, thinking, "How useful is this really?" And other times I find myself thinking, "That's a great idea. I'd use that if I were an elementary school teacher." (God forbid!)

I also find myself a little less worried about our children's grades. "This might drop your grade significantly!" K fussed at the Boy this weekend when we realized what had happened. My response: "Yes, and?" Grades in elementary school are not something I worry too much about. More importantly: did we make sure the Boy learned some kind of lesson about communication and organization with this adventure? Did we learn anything?

Outside Lighting

Sunday 08 December 2019 | 1 Comment

K and I decided we were going to forego the usual outside decorations this year and try something new. With two trees in the front yard, there seemed to be only one thing to do: transform them into Christmas trees.

"It should be faster than putting up the icicle lighting," K said.

"Should be," I agreed.

So while K was running her first open house as a real estate agent, the kids and I set about wrapping some 344 feet of lights (8 lines of 43 feet each) around our crape myrtles.

I wasn't sure how it would turn out because of the random places we had to string a line from one branch to another, creating a strange horizontal bit in an otherwise verticle orientation.

In the end, I think it turned out fairly well.

"How long did it take?" asked K earlier this evening.

"About as long as the icicle lighting."

Maybe next year we'll do both...or neither.

The Elf

Friday 06 December 2019 | 0 Comments

E's class has an Elf on the Shelf. You know the gag: every morning, when the kids come in, the elf is sitting somewhere else. The kids all have a good time looking for him.

Of course, the Boy then wanted one for our house. Fortunately for him, K is Polish, which means we celebrate St. Nicholas's Day, which is today, which meant lots of excitement in the morning when we left the elf behind, wondering when he'd start migrating through the house.

K texted Papa in the morning. "Please put Emil's elf in a different location, maybe somewhere in your room. He is supposed to migrate through the house magically. That will make him very happy." And it did.

When the Boy went with K for tennis lessons this evening, the elf took off again. This time, he headed to Papa's bathroom and perched himself high on the medicine cabinet.

"We have to be systematic in our search," I explained as we ate.

"What does that mean?"

I explained; he agreed.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he declared a few minutes later.

"Just go to Papa's," I suggested. "It's closer."

In he went; out he went -- didn't notice at all.

In our systematic search, he began going through all of Papa's drawers.

"He's an elf on a shelf, buddy, not an elf in a drawer," I reminded, but he continued. Systematically.

We moved to the bathroom and he looked about, suggesting that perhaps the elf might have sought refuge in the washer or dryer. Nope.

He'd started moving to the living room when I pointed out that he'd forgotten one item with a shelf.

Our small X100 in hand, I jumped back as quickly as I could to frame the shot and managed to catch him just at the moment of discovery.

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.