Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The more things change, the more they...

Evvy's giraffe
stay the same?
We had an episode of elder sister terrorism, yesterday. Older sisters can be the most viscious people on the face of the earth, I am afraid. I never had one, myself. I am speaking from my own experiences. In my house one of the big sisters is gone and the second in "command" is tauting her newfound "authority" with joy. Sad to say. We don't go for that kind of tyranny in this house. One of the babies of the family is the head of household. So, we thought that we had a grip on exorcising that demon of elder sister tyrannical leadership out of our family.
Last night there were tears and the little sister, who has Aunt Jo's fingers and toes, came in, with her little woman self and was weeping. Her identity has changed in the family. (It was the bubblegum incident, all over again "Do you have gum in your mouth?") "Just because I took the last piece of chicken the other day that is all I hear about myself. I will never live it down. I am not greedy."("I am not a liar!") Poor baby!
I could identify, but only as I looked at it through the eyes of my Jo,Jo, toward me. The visceral emotions that were flying and the difficulty for me to calm them between the 2 women, now left to their own relationship, minus the usual powerful and prayerful peacekeeper, who is out on a mission trip. I see that she is usually the diffuser of these conflicts, either by might or by sight.
I did what I could to identify, but a letter from one who can really identify with living above the identities set by wicked step sisters would do much to comfort the little lady who is crying today that there is supposed to be forgiveness in a Christian household and the big sister is rubbing her nose in an offense when our backs are turned. We are dealing with it, but I thought the story was good "BoddenFodder". I love you guys.

1 comment:

Joanne Bodden said...

Jabryl is not feeling well today and your blog is making me think about a time not so long ago that I lost him at Jones Beach~ Jayne I thought he was right there waiting outside of the bathroom and he was gone I still cry when I think of the terror that flooded me. When you have lost one of your children (as you have)one of your brother's or sisters for real there is a value that you place on them being there that only experience can endow. Our shared history and shared joys and pain make us bonded and will make your children bonded as well. There is no feeling like finding one who was missing and opens their arms to you as relieved that you are there. Look at Lisa Ling as her sister talks today the bargains she made with God I can only imagine & OI am sure they had their fights too. So I say allow it your children are pretty deep and will find the Holy Thread that exists between sisters and goes even beyond our understanding. Well heres to homecomings, finding lost and valuable treasures and for being awake to it!
I love you!

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


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.