Thursday, November 12, 2009

They had off for Veterans Day and I did not...

I had no energy to put on another Pot of Tea for my company(children) on their day off. I can dream about it and the time that they tell me Grandma would take with her children. Anne Murray was a reminder of what I should have been doing when I came in from work, yesterday; instead of "napping" again. I made up for it by being awake for the blast off this morning. Talks about teen life and kid life and woman life and maternal wanderings, pucker the landscape of tumultuous communications on the small moments before the bus comes to carry my guests off to their school days. "Mommy I forgot to do my homework" That is when I remember that Grandmas, it is said, used to greet her children with a cup of milk and cookies on a tray and oversee the homework that they did. That is why they were all geniuses. I am not in her league yet. Anne Murray was the setting for me to determine again to take up my mind and get about the business of mothering when I am home and stop giving in to the menopausal pull of the bed gravity and Put on another POT of Tea.

It was another boring report card day, Thank God. I had my speech about what I want from my children which is carefully crafted from my fathers files. I like this grade and this is what I want to see all of the time. Tony Bodden's files of report card speeches are my inheritance from him. I can't get away from him no matter how I try. The children laugh because as I get to the second sentence and the finger starts tapping on firmly on the surfaces, they say who is that you are mimicking. They really know who it is. :) I love the fact that they come in with whatever grade and have no fear of the consequences. I lived and studied under such a torment that I get a real kick that they have none of that. Ben tries to get me to put some tooth into my words about those things, but I simply cannot. So far they are doing decently and I don't want geniuses. I want responsible, reliable and really really useful as Thomas the Tank Engine calls it. I love their laid back attitude about life and things and not the cowering of fear of death hanging over them. Every once in a while when they get too slack I threaten them that I will tell them the story of the Latin Regents. NO!NO! they don't even want to hear the threatenings that I went through. That is enough to make them tow the line. I love that. It is called virtual threatenings. We laugh about it now and they look at that, as anger to avoid. We all have it. It is just where we put it. My Daddy put his into me. I will always use it and I will always love him for it.

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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.