Saturday, June 20, 2009
The City of Charlotte is breathtaking
We drive into the city every Sunday to go to church. It is alot smaller than NY of course and seems to be ever under construction. But, when we make our way around the bend and the skyline comes into view there is a new and ambitious glow in my heart that is so different from the feeling of the NY state of mind. The race is not like a rat-race as much as NY, if you understand what I am saying. The ladies down here take time to be ladies, before they come out and the gentlemen take time to be gentleman, still there is a very city speed. The rules are the rules and they are not to be messed with.
I guess, Police are beautiful anywhere you go. They are always the cream of the crop, in a sense, but they seem to enjoy the work they do, in Charlotte. They don't have as much threat of violence as in NY and that seems to affect their personality. I told you the joke about Ben's beautiful licence photo. We were going to church and Ev said speed up, daddy so that you can show the man your new licence. Well, now the joke is that he's gotten too used to speeding up and we have to take his foot off the pedal, or they are going to deport us all back to NY. LOL
I have never been to Europe, but there is a park in Charlotte that we go to that reminds me of the Madeline book and I can just see Ms. Clavell with her girls walking through there. I started a story about it on Ethan's blog last summer, but I haven't made the time to go back out there.
I love the things that we are learning here and the speed of life, but I do go into withdrawals when I see so much of the sky, here,so much. I must plan a trip to NY so that I can take a subway ride to get my bearings.Ethan's blog
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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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