Saturday, December 2, 2017

Odd Pals

Laughter is the clearest best medicine for us and our pets, also! Evidently!

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Looking for my signet of Cygnets?

I am in the book of Ezra in my devotions and meditating on the relationship between Zerubbabel the signet of God and cygnets, of which I am most fond. This is a similar meditation of my darling Elyse, who often makes Homophones the fond example of a joke to her mother. "Let's go get a Burrito" or go to the Arboretum? Missing you!

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

It is Always a beautiful sky show on the way home from Chowan!

This time was no different. On the right side of the car was a huge bunch of clouds that looked like the little cartoon character with guns drawn on both sides and as I looked at it it changed into a picture of myself blowing out candles. Totally wierd, I said. I saw a signature on the left side of it saying UNC C. I knew who that was, of course and the way the picture was, I absolutely knew who it was. Uncle, would you leave me to enjoy the moment with my darling daughter. No!

I am writing about it, because when I got home, I found out David Cassidy had died. I know that Uncle was preparing me for the blow. It was somebody, you loved when you were 10 years old. He is on his journey. I am so sorry, Uncle. He is gone and it is a sad loss of someone who entertained us very well. Now, enjoy the moments you have left!

Friday, October 27, 2017

Looking Glass---Am I the Mad Hatter?

I feel so stupid to be 55 years old and just opening LG, by means of movie. I lose my status as being thought of by myself as a well read and well rounded individual. I thought of myself as a person of multitudinous in my fully read books. Of course, my memory is losing more than I have placed into it. I lost so much that now I can't find the file of my informational readings. So, I keep filling the files, in hopes to replenish, before the hole empties the entire tub.
I hear the mother in "How Green" mocking me, "why would one fill a tub with holes in it?" Indeed why do I fill my mind, when I know it has holes? I fill it because it is empty, I retort.
Absalom, was the butterfly in "LG". I know him, I jump up and down to say. I was just reading about him a day ago. Providential? Like Horshack in Kotter, I jump and raise my hand in the class. I know Absalom and I know butterflies, like my best friends. What was Lewis Carroll trying to say?
Fleeting characters in Scripture, are they won to faith or lost? The womans' movement in the Old Testament, was it addressed by the God of Creation? Are women vindicated, is Tamar? That was Absalom's movement. He was the anti-harassment portion of the Kingdom. How far underground did that movement go? Does Jesus care?
Whose battle is that? It is the churches battle and many men have taken it to task, and some to their deaths, as Absalom.
Absalom died, in judgment and David knew why. His sins were brought into his face. It is my fault, he was saying over and over in his griefs. I showed this boy the wrong thing about my life. I showed him that I let the good old boys off the hook too easily. I showed him that his sister was less than to me. Women weren't important to him, but they are to Jesus.
Jesus came to correct the record, as it comes to women. We are not the center of the universe. Our angers and griefs are carried to heaven. Our prayers for our sons are seen by our Lord. Our monuments to their misunderstandings in prayer are considered at the throne of Mercy. How much of ourselves are we willing to spend to grow children into the Kingdom of Heaven? Carroll and His generation had a burden of not letting the Absaloms go to hell, because of their inconsistencies. They built schools to separate the wheat from the chaff and get the wheat into policy-making positions. Scripture was a standard, among other standards to create an Athenian-style debate of hammering out policies. God will not judge us harshly, if we are judging ourselves aright, was the reasoning of these great men of yesteryear.
Somehow the womans' movement has become an end in itself and not an issue to be reconciled with. Men who are masculine are attacked, for their bias. Femininity is the rule of the day. It is our turn, we say. We must crush masculinity, because that is the enemy! Not so!

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Breakfast at Dunkin!

Who knew that the loss of keys could end up giving us a great chance to regroup and talk with our adult son? Small mercies and great providences. Lord willing and the creek rising gives rise to wonderful memories sometimes! Just ask IRMA.
I had a fatted coffee:light with cream{replenishing my blood loss from going to the doctor?:} Enoch had a donut, which I ate also and an egg sandwich on a croissant. Dad talked about an inspiring message he had just heard from Warren Weirsbe and I talked about baby foods and eating styles and En talked about his not being listened to and we all had a wonderful conversation. We were smiling in the picture, at least. We only do this when we are bidden by a false start to the morning and a wonderful son who woke up and took his sister, even though dad couldn't find his keys. All is well?

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Where is God when so many sad things happen?

Help us, O Lord to lift, even these sorrows! in Jesus' Name, Amen.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

With Irma in the rearview window!

The clouds over the house looked like weary wrung out sponges running home after a very hard workout. As usual, I had to look up at them, when I saw them whipping my grapevines around and threatening to take them out altogether. We saw none of the fury of what we had observed on the internet, from live broadcasting out of Florida about this huge hurricane.

My heart is thanking God for the numerous levels of interconnectedness that assisted in keeping this storm from being the trajedy that it could have been. Learning to value life above possessions and safety over our own comforts from time to time is a wonderful thing that we saw in this storm. Thank God for the meteorologists and the commentators and the local and broader police and firefighter and rescue heroes that made the storm an abundant proof of God's mercy being poured out to us through the hands of one-another. Those on scene and those who traveled from other places to be part of the human shield against calamity and life loss for others, whom they knew and may not have known. Thank God for the opportunity to watch God knitting us together through hard trials. Halleluia, what a Savior!

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.