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Private Jokes

For obvious reasons, my old post titled “Crush Little Bibi” has soared in popularity. I have a feeling the new readers find it extremely disappointing.

By the way, ‘crush little Bibi’ has become a private joke between me and Klara that we use whenever technology malfunctions. ‘Crush little Bibi again, Mommy?’ Klara says when something doesn’t work the way it should and collapses with laughter. It’s really cool that we now have private jokes.

Another private joke of ours is “Arbor whitie.” The GPS pronounced the street name Arbor Vitae incorrectly, making Klara ask, “who’s this whitie, Mommy?” So I now have a toddler who can pronounce vitae the way ancient Romans would.

Unusual Challenge, Day 7

And in the seventh day… I went to church. I’ve never ever been to service for religious purposes. I’ve attended Mass for educational purposes and Klara’s baptism. But that’s it.

Turns out Orthodox service lasts forever. And then they feed you and give you a lot of coffee. The food was very good.

Everybody kept asking me, “But what did you practice before? Until now, what did you practice?” Finally, the priest had to interfere abd explain. I’m now going to be an inquirer and when that’s done I’ll be a catechumen. And then eventually, I’ll get baptized.

It feels extremely weird to be in a church. Just weird. But I’m glad I finally did it.

The priest, by the way, was a computer programmer at Wash U until he retired a couple of years ago. And half of the congregation are professors. And another half are teachers. The professors are mostly STEM except for one guy who teaches philosophy at my school. Plus, they have a ton of new converts from evangelical denominations for obvious reasons.