Thursday, February 4, 2010

Yesterday's blessing

It is a harrowing experience, daily to catch the bus. We have affectionately referred to the time as the shotput event. Daily we must throw the boys onto the bus and the winner is called the shot put champion.

I won the shot-put event this morning in spite of myself. Winning has its own glory. The conversations at the bus stop with the amazing minds of the future a more priceless than the biggest trophy given by the most wonderful person. I am thinking of Mr. Rooney. His gruffness, would make it all the more amazing to have won the tournament. He had absolutely no frills to him. He had no compliments and so when the winning happened and he gave the trophy, it was a feeling of pride that there were no words for. We got many of our trophies from his hands. Some broke and some stayed the test of time in a busy family, but this morning’s win is greater.
We talked about street crossing and how to look. We talked about peripheral vision and how to pass the ball on the basketball court. We talked about the water cycle and dozens of little conversations amixed them. Children seem the closest to eternity that there can be(they jump in conversation across time and subject, with no seams). They seem to be able to talk about anything at length, with absolutely no knowledge, or a very limited knowledge of the subject.
That was my trophy this morning. To see their faces and their rude expressions to the bus driver will be the topic for days to come, I am sure. I am sure that I didn’t raise those hooligans who got on the bus and didn’t say Good morning, or even look at the bus driver. Hooligans, I say. This must be stopped. I win. I got outside and saw them to the bus and stole the title from my predecessor, Elyse. She is a much better woman for stealing my gold, morning by morning.

To know and acknowledge what a real treasure is, is being passed along. Some will see it and some will have to experience the treasure, after having missed it. I have missed many a foggy day bus stop conversation with my boys. They are sprinting out of our lives too quickly for words and I caught this one this morning. Fleeting moments of treasured love touches.

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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


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.