Monday, June 15, 2009

Walker Family Sports Camp!



Wake up, Have devotions, Take my eldest daughter to work and out to the courts. Loads and loads of laundry to do and in the machine. The mulberry bush is dizzying at these times. I feel like Dad, reminiscing about him at every turn. Dad drove 10-15 miles per hour anytime he had to take us anywhere. I remember the feeling in my stomach rushing to work or school with him driving. He had no sense of time in the car. Can a car go faster than 15 miles per hour? I didn't know then.
Blessed be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love. It is nice that my children let me talk about my poppa and hear the stories of my missing him. Summer is full of memories of him. Unfortunately, my troops don't listen to me like we did dad.
Its 8 o'clock and we are just getting out.



Well, we didn't get there before the bunnies went in for breakfast. The tennis camp was already in session and we almost missed playing on the courts.
It was well past 9 when we got out there, SHAME Shame. We got an hour or so in and came home drenched. 1 hour of NC tennis is equal to 2 hours of NY tennis, because its so hot. Back to the drawing board with my fledgelings. They don't keep tennis in their bones like we do. I have to go back to square one every year. This year Ben is joining us and he ran the side drills while I barked out orders in my commando voice. He is not used to that commando voice with my children, if nobody is in trouble. I have to tone it down when he's out there. Forehands, backhands, both of my teens can serve. Nobody is tennis team ready, they have other interests, but while you are alive you will hold your own on the courts, for fun, is my motto.
Walkerisms have to have some sort of chapter and verse to prove the usability of such a skill when there is laundry to be done. Even so, the laundry is still there and I am all sweaty. Here we go round the mulberry bush...:)
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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

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.