I did not make any New Year’s resolution to post to this blog daily–although so far I have been batting 1000 on writing in my holographic diary (since I christened a new volume on New Year’s Day). I enter a plea of “guilty with an explanation” for why I have not posted an entry since Christmas Day.
On Christmas Day, I was sitting on the love seat in my living room. The laptop was in front of me, and I was holding a bowl of cereal in one hand. The hand holding the cereal trembled a little, and a little milk sloshed out, just enough to render the keyboard useless. So, I sent out an SOS to a computer geek at church (I brought my overloaded and very slow Dell Inspiron out of retirement for the time being), and explained the situation. He said I will probably have to buy a new keyboard. At the moment, there is a dispute about whether the computer is still under warranty. That is why I have not taken any measures to fix it yet.
The Dell is too slow for extensive typing. Working on it is much like the situation that fast Linotype operators often faced in the pre-photocomposition era. A fast linotyper would often have to stop working in order to let the machine catch up to him. My Dell is so slow that I could not work on it for a long time without losing my patience. So, I am at the Whetstone library this cold but pleasant Saturday afternoon, bringing this blog up to date.
I know I was speaking in tongues for many people when I wrote about the Linotype machine, so I’ve included this video so you can see one in action.
Our Christmas celebration was low-key, as it has been for quite a few years. I am fortunate that Susie was here with me in Columbus this year. She will be gone for 10 days this month (more about that soon), so she, Steph, and I decided it would be best for her to spend Christmas with me, instead of Susie going down to Florida immediately after school ended for the winter break.
Steph’s gift to us was tickets to the premiere of Les Misérables at the Lennox 24. We brought along our friend Ramona, and I almost needed CPR when the kid behind the refreshment counter told us that candy, popcorn, and fountain drinks for the three of us totaled about $37! All three of us enjoyed the movie, and ate a large and delicious Christmas dinner at the home of Kittie and Steve, Ramona’s mother and stepfather.
Susie’s friends gave her My Little Pony stickers and two or three blank journals. She gave me a Stephen King book that I did not own, and I presented her with her “big” gift–a Nikon digital camera. Above, I mentioned that she will be gone later this month. She is going on a “Winterim” trip to Costa Rica with students and teachers at The Graham School. They will be leaving at 6:30 on January 14, flying U.S. Airways to San José via Charlotte, N.C., and will be back on the 23rd. The trip is more nature- than history-oriented. The kids will explore rain forests, visit an extinct volcano, and go horseback riding, kayaking, whitewater rafting, and zip-lining. Susie is looking forward to all but the latter. She will be the first in our immediate family to leave North America. (Steph lived in upstate New York until she was in second or third grade, so she made several trips in and out of Canada during that time. My only time out of the United States was 15 minutes in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico on my way back from San Francisco in 1987.)
My other “big” present was a down payment for a youth pilgrimage to Romania, paid to the Unitarian Universalist Partner Church Council. Our church is chaperoning several youths to see the key historical sites in Unitarian history and theology, in Transylvania and elsewhere. (Susie is, of course, eager to see Bran Castle, which is the prototype for Castle Dracula–although I don’t think Bram Stoker ever visited Romania.) Trips to Romania are relatively recent events. Especially in his last decade or so of power, Nicolae Ceaucescu did not make Romania a pleasant place to visit or live, and they are still trying to pick up the pieces from his legacy.
Once Susie is back from Costa Rica, other changes are on the horizon for her. On February 4, she begins classes at The Charles School, which is a middle and high school in partnership with Ohio Dominican University. Steph and I, in a long series of instant messages and Skype phone conversations, decided that Susie was not learning at a high enough level at The Graham School. (This came to our attention when she took a placement exam at Columbus State Community College, so she could take a night or weekend class there. Her reading and writing scores, as we knew they would be, tested way off the charts, but her math scores were below the acceptable level to take classes–and this was in material she covered, and received good grades in, while at Graham.) Early in December, Susie and I took a tour of The Charles School, and met with the dean of students (Steph participated via speakerphone), and Susie will begin there next month.
The Charles School will be more labor intensive than Graham–or many other high schools, public or private. When she graduates, she will have a high school diploma and an Associate of Arts degree from Ohio Dominican. It will mean an extra year of high school (there are “seniors” and “super seniors”) at Charles, but it also means two years of college absolutely free of charge–no paying for lab fees, textbooks, or course materials.
That is quite important, because there is no way I can afford to pay for college. Susie will need any and all scholarships she can receive. From a practical standpoint, The Charles School will cover two years of tuition, and I have no doubt that if she excels with their program, she will have no difficulty getting scholarships to cover the remaining two years. Also, education at Catholic colleges is more labor-intensive than most state, and many secular, colleges. (My father is a 1952 graduate of The Catholic University of America. Oddly enough, the only U.S. President to graduate from a Catholic college was Bill Clinton–Georgetown University Class of 1968. The erudite and well rounded President Jed Bartlet in The West Wing was a Notre Dame alumnus.)
Having said this, some things are remaining the same here as we veer safely away from the latest non-Apocalypse (the most recent was supposed to be last December 21, per the many mental cases who have too much free time and unfettered Internet access). On Thursday evening, I began my seasonal stint as a bookseller and customer service drone at the Discovery Exchange, Columbus State’s bookstore. The spring semester looms on the horizon, so I will be working most evenings and the next two or three Saturdays there. I am grateful for this chance, since I am in no hurry to come home to an empty and quiet house while Susie is in Costa Rica. I won’t earn a large sum of extra money, but every little bit comes in handy, and I do need to exercise, and the 15- or 20-minute walk to the bookstore from the William Green Building is quite aerobic, especially with ice and snow on the ground.
|The Discovery Exchange, 283 Cleveland Ave., Columbus, Ohio.