Thursday, January 21, 2010

I thought it was Spring, yesterday!

ESW

Wow! 69 degrees, warm and beautiful. The sky was beautiful and the cows were gathered in a huddle at their usual coffee clatch, when I was on my way home from work. They seem to have alot to talk about when it is warm outside. When it is cold or rainy, they seem to scatter throughout the entire grassy glenn. Yesterday, I wanted to listen in on their gossip, I kept heading home, though.
The clouds were waltzing across the sky leisurely. They obviously had been busy, lately; were not on assignment and were enjoying the vacation day that they had. I felt like I was on vacation when I looked at them for the second 15 minute break that I lassoed myself outdoors to see the sights. I had almost missed it for my introverted habit. It is so interesting how the cold, hibernation habit can make you miss the one day of Springlike weather that could delight us. I didn't miss it. I looked at the weather on my computer. 69 degrees? I am going out to the courtyard.
The courtyard is so beautiful with pansies that defy the weather patterns. The snow killed my pansies long ago and my peach tree is touch and go. I brought it inside, but that one snowfall seems to have been all that it could handle. I certainly hope not. I did love it so. It is looking very dead. Not at my courtyard at work. It is ever blooming and delighting my heart and my pen with sights and thoughts. I see the flowers and the birds, the ants and the beauty as though I am a part of them. Everyday, I try to write to my Ezra about the sights of my courtyard. I use AA Milne as a guide in this. The story of him is that he was an alcoholic and wrote to Christopher Robin about his life through his Winnie the Pooh. My favorite of his is "Now We are Six". I am a bit melancholy that I have been writing about being six, all these years and now that my baby boy is six, I am still not finished writing about being six.
They get so old after six. They get so lost in reality after six. I will keep finding a six year old to love and write to, even after this year of my last boy being six. We spent 5 or six minutes talking about the beauty and wonder of his birth, last night. I love that gleam in his eyes when this big boy thinks about being born and 5 tiny pounds of delight to our family. When will I stop being the shortest in the family, he said. I don't know. I hope it will be a while that you will still be little. It is so hard to watch them grow away.

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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.