Saturday, October 24, 2009

Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh...

Car trouble etc. kept me from the Patterson farms yesterday. The sun came out and Old man Winter had no flirtations for me at all. It was so hot and balmy last night that we dared not touch the air conditioner for fear of the thermostat outside to change. Enjoyment of the real unconditioned air from the outside is a rare enjoyment, when you have the luxury of Central A/C. I think that we would do well to keep windows open more of the time. This is not an acceptable thought to my clan, but I must insist.
Anyway, my fine farmboy came home with a beautiful little pumpkin that he picked out himself. I would have loved to have gone into the patch and heard his mindset for picking a half bruised and half dirty little pumpkin:). I am sure that he had some reasoning behind his first grade 6 year old thought.
Two days ago, I had the privilege of enjoying parent teacher for the little guys. The two of them are so easy. No real urgent concerns in the classroom. All of the concerns are about getting them ready for school. Ezra had a couple of early weeks falling asleep in the classroom, acquiring a nickname with the teachers'"Sleeping Beauty". He has now gotten adjusted to the schedule. He reads and writes better than all of his siblings and the teacher is trying to challenge his thinking when he reads because he is so pleased with himself that he doesn't comprehend as well as it looks like he is reading. We will keep him pressing for a challenge in his learning. For fun the boys sit at the table and draw at eachother. They all copy whatever Enoch is working on and it is so cute to see the levels of drawing development of the skill that comes so naturally to them. I am still trying to work with them to do a mural for me for Halloween. That is like pulling teeth to get them to work together on something for mother.
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Holding hands





Last nights' remedial dance class (to work on the Hoedown showdown, I still can't do it:)) took us to the past episodes of Lost in Space, which we sat around the computer laughing and shivering at. These days are short and soon they will be gone so while they are attached to the vine, though the vine is leaning and breaking, I try to make hay with them while the sun shines. Fights and struggles included.

2 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

Did Ezra ever explain the compassion behind rescuing that poor pumpkin. I bet he's big hearted too. He his truly beautiful .I s he sleeping at night or does he think alot. Wow 6 years old amazing!
Keep me posted on the car. I hope that gets fixed soon!
The weather is wonderful but I would venture to say wear Layers!
Great Blog. I feel as if I am with you and am grateful:)

Jayne said...

We should really write a story about the pumpkin he "rescued". I think he couldn't see the other side of the pumpkin until we got it home or I forgot to tell him to try to find one that is orange all the way around:). He is full of grits and vinegar and jumping all of the time. We never keep him from candy or preservatives and he is so busy on the block with a group of buddies. He's a munchkin.

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.