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Outside Lighting

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

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

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.

Rainy Saturday Chores

New Park

Sunday

We had to get out -- just had to get out of the house. It was entirely too beautiful to miss out on.

We went to Conestee Park, a location I thought I knew perfectly. Entirely. Only to discover, I didn't

Saturday in the Yard

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.

Studying

Table Rock

Halloween 2019