Well Done, sister suffragettes!
Today is my precious Ethan's ninth birthday and I scrounged around my huge and copiously organized kitchen(ha!) to find the correct utensil, a canopener, to open the humongous can of manderine oranges that I had planned to donn our table for the opening of such a prestigious occasion as this. It took me a while, I have no maid, but the other seven housemates of mine had tucked it in the most obvious and obscure place, next to the sink. "I hadn't had my coffee yet"!
While I was complaining, under my breath about my organization disability, I heard the loving voice of Ruth (Grandmother), "Jayne, where is that electric can opener, I bought you years ago." It was my imagination of her coming to have breakfast with me.
She and I shared an affection for garage sales and she had picked one up for me and gave it to me, a little before she had gotten too sick to be at home anymore. She and I had a quiet loving conversation in my mind about the symbol of freedom that can opener was, especially today. The can opener meant the liberty to use my energies to amuse and instigate a fun time for the birthday boy, later on, after VBS and work and other responsibilities. The can opener meant, I am free to use machines to ease up on my muscles in that area, PROGRESS and WOMEN's liberation, not from our relationship responsibilities, but to them.
My hand was hurting, by the time I finished opening the mega-can of oranges and I realized that her muscle pain in sickness had made her aware of others' around her, namely me and that her hand was probably hurting alot at that time for her to have sprung for an electric can opener. I popped the first handful into my drooling mouth.
I realized that she was showing love with all of her kurt and viscosity, she was looking out for my liberty and well-being.
The grandmas take good care of their grands from heaven and Ethan was her favorite, because he made her smile, at the last. He is nine today and her memory and spirit reminded me of what freedom is amidst the bondage of responsibility. TO DO: Buy an Electric can opener
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse
Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats
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
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
to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
A VISIT TO PAPA
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.
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