Last year, I had so much more energy to workout with the children. We went through Psalms 119 and we were out at the courts.
This year, all I can do is sleep. When I am awake, I am tired. I am trying vitamins, next. I will blame it on the change.
The children's activities, this year are planned by their father and the church camp they've been going to. This is Emily's week. I miss them when they are gone. It is amazing, how quiet it is, minus one resident.
When they come home from their escapades, they sleep and then I can keep up with them.
The beautiful scenery at work causes me to write. So, I walk and write these days and leave the coaching and cajoling to their father. I guess, this is what we call a sabbatical.:)
I dreamed about Aunt Iva, last night. We had a great time talking and going up and down the stairs, like never in this life. I do remember how Aunt Iva and Uncle Larry were always there for us and always remembered the birthdays and the special days. It is so wonderful to know people and have extended family to participate in life with you. I went to the nursing home and it was rarely, just to see her. She was there with Grandma and she was there with Aunt Roz, but after they were gone, I did go to see just her with the family. That is history. I am glad my mommy took us to see Grandma Lil in her last days. I remember everything about that visit or those visits, because they were such a bother for us and there were so many of us. But she was our great grandmother and we went where she was to see her. I could just feel the energy of Aunt Iva in my dream and it woke me up to pray for those who don't have their sisters and brothers still alive, like Aunt Helen and Aunt Gloria and Aunt Lorraine. This is today!
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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.
1 comment:
Hey Jayne,
We are so fortunate to have witnessed a multi- generational life. For me I have relationships with my elders that are eternal and life lasting. Even those who are gone I still chat with and and feel their responses. My contemporaries are with me constantly talking and getting together I want to send you a chocolate bar but am afraid it will ,melt and Ju & Jackie are thinking through with me to figure it all to so know you are right here with us. And the younger ones are amazingly new and surprising they matter in ways that I can not express. May we find our way as the world changes and our connections are digitalized. Let our hearts remain in touch for real. That is my prayer for all of us. I love you!
Jo
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