Swimming

The long slow endurance climb

I thought I was doing well till I got to the locker room today and talked to the high schoolers. I asked them how far they swim in a week. 50km—that is insane. Two practices a day at 7-8k a practice. I’m so far off from state level. Granted a young high schooler could be my kid.

Christmas in July

Our original Christmas plans were interrupted this year and we developed new Christmas plans on the fly. We had selected these tricycles for our kids and I didn’t wanna put them inside and I wanted to build a enclosed area for bikes and such but that has not happened. Nevertheless, we waited and waited and waited with the gifts on our fireplace hearth. So we decided to have Christmas in July, probably should’ve had Christmas in June.

Fireworks on the fourth

Hugh and Becky
Becky and Katja
The Hughs
This was the first year we have gone to see 4th of July fireworks as a family. Hugh V likes them more than Katja, or at least he has in the past. Oddly I was excited to go. Other than being beyond tired the kids fared well. We went down to the Springfield bridge. We went to see a fireworks show which was simple and for its type, well done. However, as I take my family to observe the fireworks in the present, it makes me wonder how many Americans really connect the 4th of July celebration to the events and social context of over 200 years ago. That is, do they associate the fireworks with the rocket's red glare, with the bloody cost and toll of human suffering? How many know and understand the story of our country's origin–all of it–not just the "freedom from England" part? I noticed people of different ethnic origins enjoying the fireworks. People speaking different languages. People with different social values and personal itineraries. It made me wonder do people understand this country–really, especially first and second generation nationals. Can people in Junior High really articulate the story of this country and what would they say. Or is this festival of fireworks understood through the lens of understanding fireworks and their social context as experienced in other parts of the world, e.g., East Asia and Latin America? It occurs to me that unless the oral history of our country's origin is repeated that the origin story can't be heard by the next generation regardless of their origin. How is that history supposed to be passed down by playing the 1812 overture–a masterpiece of music–but one that celebrates France's defeat at the hands of the Russians? And while the 4th of July seems to celebrate the freedom from the British Royal Crown, is it in some way the consummation of a continuing policy against the peoples who lived in, on, upon, and from the land? And if this is the land of the free, home of the brave what freedom was being granted in the same breath that freedom was being claimed. At some level I still believe in the Constitution, especially when I say we need some additional amendments and to clarify some points via an act of Congress. However, is the foundation of that Federal organization morally valid–either as secessionists or oppressors? As I think back to my childhood, the history of our country's origin was not hid from me. It was specifically narrated through events, monuments, and military history. I wonder how should or can I narrate that for my kids. Frankly, the challenge is that if I don't valorize one side of the story, then it looses its novelty. And yet, sometimes I wonder if the colonialists should have rather marched on London to overthrow the king! How different would our world be today, India, Australia, Canada, South Africa, and even the Middle East?

Winter wonders

Took the opportunity to take Katja skiing today.

We met some of our friends on the mountain unexpectedly.

It was a great time on the mountain. A few great runs in. Lunch and a few more runs. I even tested out the Slalom course, a first for me. The weather was fickle and wet. By 3:30 out outer layers were wet and we called it a day.

Often as it is the case Katja falls asleep on the way home. So this day I again fell into my own thoughts. We passed a great many tress which had suffered fractures due to the recent ice storm. The greatest extent of the damaged trees was near Pleasant Hill. On the way up we counted among the trees 4 fallen telephone/power poles. The way back was different from the drive up in several ways. Among them there were now a number of backyard fire burning mounds of fallen branches. Evidently this practice was so well loved by those of Pleasant Hill and Springfiled that the whole valley from Dexter to Eugene was covered in a yellow haze caught below the ever dripping gray rain clouds. Breathability was noticeably affected and not for the better.

I passed one rather large burning pile and thought that it was rather odd that they didn’t cut it up for fire wood. That way at least the burning would have a purpose beyond clearing the field or yard area. At some point these trees ar seen a “excess” and rather than a limited commodity. Firewood is easy to come by. It’s cheap, maybe too cheap.

In a sense though isn’t the current situation with many of the fallen trees and limbs due to a lack of pruning? Granted we usually only have cold snaps like that once every 15 years or so in this part of the country. But when pruning isn’t done using it a similar perspective that the trees are really “excess”?

Another way that the drive differed was that on the way up Katja was reading Prince Caspian from the Chronicles of Narnia. While she knows the story well from audio books she definitely likes to read.

I asked her what one might learn from a book like Prince Caspian. To which she replied that there really isn’t much one can learn from fiction.

I said that I didn’t think that was true. In fact I thought that there was quite a bit one could learn through fiction. While it maybe not true facts or true events the kinds of decisions and scenarios one is exposed to through the narrative can influence us in indirect ways.

I asked her if she learned about morals at school. To which she replied “no”, to her recollection all discussion about right and wrong was about rules: school rules and classroom rules. Again I followed up with a question. I asked…what makes rules right or wrong? It’s about what we believe isn’t it?

Swimming and not

Being a solo parent is hard. Sometimes it can mean taking your kids with you to do the thing you do.

I Swim in the mornings to keep my sanity. But this means figuring out what my little girl can do without me while I swim. One particular cold morning I helped her with her bag of things to do including drawing and music and my warm sleeping bag.

Katja and her things
Frozen deck at the pool.