Saturday, April 25, 2009
It is a balmy 77 degrees and my neighbors,
some have beautiful tulips and begonias and trees and I am shamefully, still trying to figure out what kind of dirt this is. It is going up to 91 today, this is like summer to us. The children say, the people are going to deport us, back to NY for being always out of place ie. driving too fast, not saying hello and not keeping up our lawn. We are so slow in our outside gardening. This place is fully in bloom and we are just thawing out of hibernation. It takes such time to get used to the yearlong planting cycles down here. It is beautiful and the blooms are phenomenal in some of my neighbor's gardens I enjoyed this morning's walk with my Emma (the dog). We should be at the beach, but there are too many chores to do. We will get there.
Where are the April showers, this year I am saying? What happened to the launching pad into Spring? We don't have that here. It is, just great weather. The decision to not go out to the tennis courts and just hit and hit is always the decision. Spring cleaning is Winter cleaning, because nobody wants to be cooped up in the house when the sun is out and the community is blooming like this. The children can play and play and play outside; their complaint, it's too hot. This is not hot! Get off the Wii and get outside, I say! After chores...
What a beautiful place to raise children and go to school. Evelyn is spending the night at a friend's and Elyse and Emily are out there, working on the Senior project together; which is jewelry design, for Emily. We'll see what wonderful creations they come up with. The boys are plugged in, as usual and I am trying to pry them away from the Wii, to do something else today. I really do love it here, even though I miss you guys.
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Title- The Studious One!
Of biscuits and syrup
Happy Saturday!
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.
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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