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What's in a Name?

When we became pregnant, we spent hours discussing names for our child. I wanted to pick something that would be easily pronounceable in both English and Polish. I liked old-fashioned family names, and nature names. We agreed on “Forest Bogdan” for a name if it was a boy, and “Maria Rose” if it was a girl. Both names were easily pronounceable and readable in both languages.  Exhausted after giving birth, and simply grateful that we had a healthy baby boy, I made no protest when Michal asked if we could put the name Bogdan first. It was Michal’s father’s name. I knew how much it meant to him.  And so Bogdan Forest Kawka was named. The name itself is ancient slavic, from the words “God” (Bog) and “Given”(dan). My American mother was delighted with her first grandchild. What are the nicknames for Bogdan? She asked.  Bodzio is the common Polish diminutive form, and I spelled it for her phonetically “Bojo”. And so we called our son Bojo. He was a good baby! Then around age 1 ½...

Polskiego - the language

Today I correctly spelled "man" in Polish. (thanks Duolingo) Since I've learned the language mostly by ear from Michal's family, my spelling is atrocious. Polish has several additional letters with accents and dots and stuff. They have three forms of the letter 'z'. Whew! mężczyzna = man The first word I learned in Polish was zaba (frog). I still do not know how to type on this keyboard and make it produce the dot above the z.  Corresponding with my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law is actually easier these days. I type my message into Google Translate, and it gives me the Polish version. Then I copy-paste it to an email and they understand me perfectly.  When I meet with them for face to face conversations, we won't have the convenience of typed translation. I usually do well enough in communicating with my Polish in-laws. They all took English in school, and so between our broken languages and hand gestures and context, we manage to get our points across....

Papa's stove

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 Having just completed a backpacking trip with my dad on Mt Adams, I had the privilege of seeing some of his genius up close.  Here is Mike's stove with its windscreen. Do you recognize what it is repurposed from? It's a dryer vent! Of course. Papa is an expert at refitting things to make them work better. He is a lifelong repairman, like his dad before him.

In between transition time

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I have been hesitant to write anything about my life because I'm feeling so dang privileged right now. And I don't know if anyone wants to read about my life when they're struggling to deal with pandemic lockdown and smoke AQI off-the-charts and police brutality. ...While my biggest struggle was deciding which pair of shoes to pack for my upcoming transatlantic flight. But some kind friends have reached out and asked for an update, so here it is! Michal and I quit our jobs and sold our house in Klamath Falls in August. I am now living in my parents' basement in The Dalles while Michal bicycles across the Pacific Northwest .  In a few weeks, we will hop on a plane and fly to Poland, where we hope to live for the next two years... or maybe more?!? What's In A Name? As I contemplate our move to Europe, one of the issues on my mind is language, and more specifically, names. When I got married, I took my husband’s last name. I didn’t want to at first. I didn’t like the s...

Restarting this blog

 It has been nearly ten years since I updated this blog.  now that we are planning to move to Poland, perhaps I'll get back to it...

a bad ending for someone else

Michal and I have been reading a book called Down The Road in South America which is a very inspiring account of one married couple's journey on bikes through Latin America. Tim and Cindie Travis started their bike tour in 2002, and according to their website, they haven't stopped yet. They plan to go around the world and visit every country from the vantage point of their bikes. We have been taking turns reading the chapters; Michal is a slower reader than I, when it comes to English text. Some of the Travis' decisions we question; especially the amount of gear they carried. Oh my gosh a laptop? Today I was following the links to their blog, hoping to learn some current information about their travels. What I found was disturbing: Cindie left Tim in Asia. She wanted to spend more time at a Buddhist monastery, and she didn't invite Tim to stay with her. Tim has continued to write the travel blog as a single guy for over a year now. There is even an entry about signing...

Broken Bird and premonitions

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I signed us up for the river run on Saturday. I was supposed to unlock the bathrooms, since we've been having issues with our weekend Gates Guy for the parks, so I cycled down to the Marina a bit early. There were already many people gathered under the bright blue sky; moms with strollers, the entire high school wrestling team, old people, young people, and one man in a diaper and wings, with a bow and arrow. Michal showed up two minutes before the gun. He was late, he said, because he was looking for his other glove, and did I know where it was? Of course not. He had one pannier on his bike with water and an extra coat, since he would be cycling to Hood River after the race. He's crazy. He's really serious about cycling as much AS POSSIBLE. But, at least this meant that I would be able to keep up with him during the run; he would be saving his energy for the following bike ride. I was able to run the first 2 kilometers. We passed the wrestling team, including their coach w...