While there are 12 days until Christmas, you wouldn’t know it in our lives because school and work has consumed our lives. Nick had his last day of class today and instead of celebrating, he is a hermit trying to finish 3 25pg papers. That leaves me to find my own entertainment.
Notes From Home Plate
Santa’s Little Helpers
While we were home for Thanksgiving, Suzi, one of my sisters-in-law, asked me to take Christmas portraits of my niece and nephews. Always ready to practice my photography skills, I agreed.
This one says it all.
Out of over 300 photos, only a handful came out clear. It was pretty stressful because the kids were hungry, tired, and hot, but I think Nick had a harder time dealing with it as he stood behind me trying to help. Regardless, they came out GREAT, but this one made me laugh the most. My favorite style of photography is photojournalism – pictures that catch the moment, unposed. This one says everything about how the shoot went.
(left to right) Zach is 2, Jesse is 1, Morgan is 9.
SO CUTE!
God’s People, Just Not God’s Poet
Nick and I pray a lot.
Each morning, we roll out of bed, stumble into the morning, and gather our life forces to tackle another Boston day of job, work, study, people….life. You know it, you do it, too.
Just before I head off to work (three flights of stairs to my office) and Nick meanders toward BC for class, we gather each other up, sit on the couch and pray.
We pray for strength to get through each day; in gratitude for our many blessings. We ask that God keeps our friends and family safe in all of their endeavors and throw in a few extra special intentions as well.
We also take turns leading prayer. Once we sit, I extend a finger and poke Nick in the shoulder and say, “YOU. Go,” signaling that it’s his turn to lead. We both have days where we are more eloquent, when we know exactly what to say and the other is moved with grace and spirit.
However, yesterday, Nick’s prayer took a different sort of a twist…
Thank you, Lord for this day. We ask that you continue to guide us in all that we do and that we are always aware of your love, your Spirit, and forgiveness. Lord, we thank you for all of our blessings, this day and everyday. It is a blessing to think about starting a family, while others are wondering where they are going to sleep tonight. It is a blessing to have options about what vocations we want, while others do not have enough to eat. It is a blessing to wonder about the course of our lives while others, uh,…others worry about getting killed by their neighbors. We thank you for everything. Amen.
Midway I ducked my face into Nick’s armpit but my shoulders were already shaking.
N: What?
L: -unable to speak-
N: What?!
L: “….WHILE OTHERS WORRY ABOUT GETTING KILLED BY THEIR NEIGHBORS?”
I was laughing so hard I couldn’t even breathe.
N: Why’s that funny?
L: You think that many people in this world are worrying about getting gunned down by their next door neighbor?
N: Well, that shows how wide your perspective is – I was thinking about the people in Darfur!
L: I am not insensitive to global issues, I was just stuck in the US-based context of prayer. I was limiting myself to thinking about our own country. Yes, you are right. People in Darfur worry about their safety relative to that of their neighbors.
N: It’s true!
L: I know. It’s just semantics. “…worry about getting killed by the neighbors…” That’s just some serious morning prayer.
Pre-game Festivities
We don’t give a damn about the whole state of Michigan.
We’re from Ohio!
Catching Up
Oh, I’m so behind.
It’s been awhile since the last post and everytime I remember that I need to write something, I chide myself, “Tomorrow! Tomorrow I will.”
Of course tomorrow becomes tomorrow becomes tomorrow.
Today is tomorrow.
So, where did we leave off?
Oh yes, three weekends ago, my parents came in from Pennsylvania to visit and it was wonderful, of course. They loved our apartment. They loved Boston. They loved that my commute is 3 flights of stairs. They loved that Nick takes the train to school everyday. They loved that there is a park across the street. They loved everything.
Rog and Jan Borchers followed suit the weekend after my parents. Unfortunately, for Rob and Jan, Boston decided to show its nasty side. It was cold, rainy, and grey all day and that didn’t afford much alternatives for entertainment. Buckeye fans don’t lose heart that easily though. We poofed out the umbrellas and slugged it up to GAME ON, a bar that exclusively shows OSU games on Saturdays. We cheered the Bucks to beat the pants off Wisconsin and gleefully watched Wisconsin fans become more solemn in the bar.
I was on duty the weekend Rob and Jan were in town and unfortunately was called into work that night so I was unable to make it to dinner with them. Leaky windows from the rain, maintenance issues, and a student mugging incident will do that. Ugh.
And that concludes 5 consecutive wonderful weeks of family visitors.
This past weekend, Nick curled up to his beloved texts and powered through a 25 pg. paper while I hopped onto a bus and spent Veteran’s weekend in New York City with some of my closest friends from childhood. It was refreshing to get away from my job and to visit with some old buds who know me well. Nick was couch-slapping and texting his sorrow over the Bucks loss to Illinois. My cell phone was in orange alert danger of being thrown against a wall when I received that text. BOOO. I hate losing.
One of my RAs who loves Michigan (poor infected soul), loves to razz on Nick about Saturday’s game. Nick just shakes his head and tries to be friendly to my RAs but inside I know he wants to throw some Tressel vs. Carr statistic. I admire his benevolence. Me? I tell my pro-Michigan RAs to shove it and talk to me after Saturday.
We’re leaving for Ohio on Tuesday evening. We’ll be in Russia all day Wednesday and for Thanksgiving morning/early afternoon. After that, we’ll head to Massillon to be with my family for Thursday evening and all day Friday. Departing out of Columbus at the crack of dawn on Saturday, we’ll fly back to Boston for a wedding (one of my co-workers) Saturday night. The busy-ness never ends.
Nick and I decided that likely this will be the last Thanksgiving that we try to split between families because it’s way too hectic and we don’t get time with either family. Beginning next year, we’ll switch off Thanksgiving and Easter between families, but continue to split Christmas holidays.
So, Factoras and Borchers families beware: come 2008 you’ll either have us for the turkey or the resurrection.
See some of you next week!
A Little Slideshow
Here’s the update on what’s been happening with us.
A Belated and Bad Greeting
Family Visits Continue
Sometimes life seems like a series of hellos and goodbyes.
That’s a quote from one of my favorite priests who I grew up with in Ohio. And before you think I’m about to write a Hallmark sentiment to make up for the fact that Nick forgot that Saturday was Sweetest Day, I’m just marveling how quickly this weekend passed because of the goodness of family visiting.
Nick’s mom, brother (Keith) and, Kelly were here for three great days and the time slipped by us too quickly. We bar-hopped like wild college animals and we walked the city like true Bostonians. With Game 6 of the ALSC at Fenway; the Regatta/Head of the Charles (an enormous national rowing tournament that filled the Charles River all weekend); and the infamous Family Weekend scheduled for several colleges in a city that boasts 250,000 students in the greater Boston area – the city, needless to say, was busting at the seams.
Keith and Nick opted for an early Christmas gift to head to Fenway for Game 6 and watched the Sox stomp 12 runs out of the Indians. Benedict Nick rooted for the Sox and I, remaining true to my roots, cheered for Cleveland from bars in Harvard Square. It was a sport-filled weekend with a lot of celebration and catching up.
One of the things that is always fun about visitors is the opportunity to see the city from fresh eyes. The following is a collection of shots I have taken for the past few visits.
On deck for next weekend: my folks will be visiting!
This shot of Fenway was taken during a tour of the park last weekend.
To give you an idea of the busy-ness of the city, three weeks ago Nick and I woke up to the sound of a loud microphone voice booming, “GOOD MORNING BOSTON!” I glanced out the window to see 7,000 plus women registering for the Tufts Healthcare for Women 10K. (picture is taken from our living room window)
Just another morning in Beantown.
Two RDs for the Price of One
Visitors galore!
Boots, Don, and Barb Cordonnier just passed through Boston last weekend and we’re gearing up for another fresh batch of family tomorrow night. Kay, Kelly, and Keith Borchers are flying in tomorrow and Nick is heading up to the airport to pick them up so I don’t miss one moment of Grey’s Anatomy.
Sometimes I forget that we live, as Don would say, DOWNTOWN. “Not just near downtown, but DOWNTOWN,” is how Don describes it. Unfortunately, our guests got a little too much a taste of city life when we watched the aftermath of a pedestrian get hit by a car right in front of our apartment complex. The drama doesn’t stop.
In addition to visitors, Nick and I are gearing up for our first autumn together in the city. The sheets are flannel, the jackets are out, and Nick’s Adidas pants are a near daily occurence. Living in a high rise residence hall continues to be full of surprises. About three weeks ago, a student accidentally burned a plate full of Tostino pizza rolls that sent the alarms off at 12:30am. As the RD (Resident Director) on duty, I helped evacuate the building and tried to keep traffic under control, I kept glancing at Nick to make sure he knew where to go.
Why was I worried? That worry proved unnecessary when I spotted him directing students across the street and cautioning them not to jaywalk. Sometimes, I swear, he wants my job. When it was time to go back in the building, I started wondering how 550 students were going to get back into the halls without their IDS, which is necessary for entrance. It took some time, but I managed to get a system going and it seemed to be going well. Then I felt a finger poking me in the shoulder. It’s Nick.
“Leese, there’s a kid trying to sneak in by using someone else’s ID. I stopped him and confiscated his card.” He held the card to my face and nodded emphatically several times in a quite official manner.
“Oh. Ok. Thanks. I’ll take care of it. You, uh, you know, don’t need to be confiscating cards or guarding the entrance. I have staff to take care of it.”
“I know, but I wanted to! Crap like that pisses me off! I told him to stand over there,” Nick points to a section of the lobby where a dismal student anxiously shifted his weight from side to side.
Though Nick is entirely happy to be studying his theology and ethics, I think it’s important to note that anytime my job requires my authoritative fist and Nick is around, he is more than happy to jump in and bust any student on any policy violation. We were resident assistants together in college, so I guess that still hasn’t died down in him just yet.
How the Hyphen Happened
The hyphen.
It stands for a lot. For Nick and I, the hyphen means long sighs from the receptionist at the dentist office who tries to spell my name and the poor pizza guy trying to pronounce it.
When I decided to hyphenate my name, it came after much thinking and long, long discussions with Nick.
I’ll never forget the months preceding the decision to hyphenate my name. Thanks to my rocking memory, this is a pretty darn accurate account of one of the many conversations that took place in the summer of 2004.
We just got done eating at Sunset Bar and Grill. We’re talking about the possibility of what are names should be if we get married. At this point, we are not even engaged. We’re just in the car, I’m driving (probably too fast.)
L: Mhm. What do you think of taking my last name?
N: Nick Factora? I don’t think so. That’s just…you know, that’s just not me.
L: Weeeellll, I feel the same way about Lisa Borchers as you do about Nick Factora.
N: Yeah. I can see that.
L: Well, we could always mix the letters of both of our last names.
N: Like a whole new name?
L: Yeah! We could create a whole new family name, based from a mixing of our old ones.
N: (the infamous skeptical tilting of the head) I don’t know.
L: Why not?
N: I don’t know, it just sounds odd to me.
L: Let’s brainstorm.
-silence-
L: I actually already have one in mind. I just wanted to make it sound like a new idea.
N: I am not surprised.
L: Are you ready?
N: I can’t wait.
L: What do you think of ‘Ratcho?’
N: (explosion) ‘RATCHO?’
L: See, we both have an ‘r’ in there. There’s an ‘a’ in ‘Factora.’ There’s also a ‘t’ in-
N: I can clearly see where the letters are coming from. That’s not really the problem.
L: You don’t like it.
N: Are you trying to say you’d rather be known – for the rest of your life – as ‘Lisa Ratcho’ than ‘Lisa Borchers?’
-contemplation-
N: Think of how horrible that would be: ‘Lisa and Nick RATCHO.’
L: Yeah, you’re right. That’s pretty bad.
And thus was born the idea of hyphenating my name and Nick staying with Borchers.
My maternal grandfather is from Spain and in Spanish tradition, the maiden name of the mother becomes your middle name. I always loved the idea of your name being a story. My first names are from my grandmothers, my middle is from my mother and my last is from my father and, now, also my spouse. It certainly is a long name, (and we’re not even including Confirmation names either!), let’s not be ridiculous, but at least I never have to worry about someone having the same identity.
In addition, while I do acknowledge the annoying (yet fortunately infrequent) burden a hyphen may carry, Nick and I both agree whole-heartedly that ‘Ana Lisa Fernandez Factora-Borchers’ sounds a helluvalot better than ‘Lisa Ratcho.’