Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Well,(hands on hips!) I think Sarah Palin is pretty.

And I thought it was pretty brave of her to take on politics and parenting at this point in the battle. Not an easy task for anyone. I saw on the oldest daughter's face the very first moment that there was going to be some kind of conflict with this juggling of roles. I have had that struggle many, many times. Now that she is a grandmother, and I am not, I applaud her taking the humble route, but I loved her glasses. Enough of her...
My eyes are adjusting to the glasses and it is very strange for me, who read for a living. I read all day, at work and I read all night at home. My eyes are a major part of me. I had no idea that they had deteriorated so. Now I feel a little dizzy with the change in the lens from distance to reading. I have to use my neck to look down at the steps and such. It makes me feel old. :(
I am just complaining, because my children don't listen any more when I do. How do you stand all those masculine voices in the house? "Calm down mom." I jump. They are all so strong voiced and dominating? I don't know about your boys, but, my Enoch is far more apt to take liberties at my word than the girls are? I can't send him to the store for Scott tissue. He always buys the store brand. What is that about? I want to beat him for that, not really. He is a dear, but I can't get him to see that there is more to what I am asking him to do than interpreting everything that I say. He is always trying to find some, "better" way to do what we do and say what I say. It is his masculinity coming out and he will be starting High School in a week or so. I hope that he will make some other friends and stop being so focused on fixing his mom!
Ev is just a barrel of laughs. He and she make a super team together, but this year they will be separated: she, in eighth grade and he, in High School. I am still the tallest woman in the house but Evv is catching up on me. I am stretching my neck to be taller.:)
I am really okay, just cyber-grumbling.

Elyse is square-dancing in Iowa,(not really) that is what we call, working with Habitat or something or other like that and I miss her alot. She saved up her money and planned this with an old friend who grew up with her in NJ and now lives in Grand Rapids. I hear it is alot of work. She said, she would never travel any other way but bus, now. I guess it is more comfortable than in the van squished between sisters and brothers. I hadn't thought of that before. She loved seeing the country that way.
Probably, Emily misses her most.

1 comment:

Joanne Bodden said...

Hey Jayne
I really do believe Grandma Ruth's saying "pretty is as pretty does"; so Sarah Palin has a bit more to show me . I listened and listened and found her quite empty, angry and lacking of intelligence. No dis respect, just an observation. Her sentences were often incomplete and nonsensical.
Is Enoch into finance he is probably trying to save you money!
Take a photo of your eye glasses I bet you look really pretty and you are smart too so go Jayne!

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.