outide my front window this morning and it is beautiful. A little too chilly for me to oogle at him, cheek to cheek. But I can applaud from the warmth of my livingroom computer table and thank God for the new sights and sounds that make the comforts of our North Carolina home.
This morning, there were no glitches to the bus routine, thanks to my capable crew, who do their thing awesomely. It is so very different to taste my daughter's oatmeal or oat candy(way too much sugar) I am going to be soaring all day. No trips to the candy machine, needed for me. I will just carry what is left of her oatmeal in my pocket and chomp on it later on. I am sure it will have hardened, by the time I leave for work. The children ate it and so did I. Thank you, Elyse.
Evvy had packed Enoch's lunch for him again. Those Walker women are so efficient and effective in what they do. I guess that is why the bunch of boys, the lot of them are such geniuses. Why, I said why don't you let him put it in there by himself, Ev. She said, "because, we never would make it to the bus..." We spent the waiting time pretending that I was Dora and En was Diego and Evvy was boots, the monkey and they went out of the door on their canoe to cross the street to the bus. I am sure that teenagers are not supposed to joke with their moms like that. I haven't read the new teen manual on the subject, but Enoch and Evvy are real teenagers outside and real children in the house. I am glad of that.
Ethan, has a trip, today to go and see a movie. He was so excited that he didn't even need the sugar, I mean oatmeal to wake him up. He ate it anyway because his sister was threatening him with some sort of punishment if he didn't finish the whole thing. Walkers also push food on people and their brothers' most of all. I sometimes feel lonely now, being the only Walker in the house by marriage and the bigger children translate any misunderstandings into Bodden for me now. Since they speak both languages. Ezra was sitting rather quietly this morning over his bowl of oat sugar. He didn't seem to notice that there was such alot of sugar taste to it at all. Emily left earlier than everyone else this morning. She's got an infectious case of "senioritis", which is contagious, I hear. We have to go to the pharmacy and see if there are any symptom relievers, because we know that there is no cure for the sickness. We may have to quarantine her, if she keeps sneezing out junk all over everybody. Now that the house is quiet. I think that I will take a nap and then get ready for work.
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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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