Thursday, May 27, 2010

I just love the last weeks of school!

Every one of our schoolage younguns has Spring fever. Thank God for the women, Elyse and Emily, who help and concern themselves with the fallout from the Spring fever.
Not one pair of pants fits Ezra from the beginning of the year. Every morning is a scurry to find the one pair that still fit him. Yesterday, I didn't see him until I was out the door and I had put the pair of pants on him that were a part of the painting the outside bench incident. Needless to say it was attrocious. He didn't mind.
He and Ethan are on a mission with Elyse to finish every living CS Lewis book there is. More power to them. They gabble and talk about how they have to read this one before that one and then, now, Ethan is up to "The Final Battle" while Ezra is just cracking the first book Prince Caspian. I read 4 chapters mommy. What is the rush? I say, tongue in cheek. You are only in first grade. They did get some of my genes, I am refreshed to think that. Elyse is the moderator of the discussions and the unreading teenagers taunt from the sidelines that they cannot understand what all of the hullaballoo is about. They have no time for anything with finals at hand.
Algebra is kicking my Enoch's pants. I have never seen him so out of breath studying before. Dad used to say, I want to see you studying around the house. Now, I know what he meant. I find studying teenagers around my house, in every position there is. The lay on the floor and they lay on my bed and they have books and are sprawled with their eyes glassy. I did most of my studying on the train, between Queens and Brooklyn, so most of my brain is stuck in the subway somewhere between 179 St and 99St. En said, I really misjudged Algebra and miscalculated how much I needed to put into it. Needless to say, I talked about it every other week. Now, He is warning me that he didn't do his best. That is alright, you will take it again, I hope. He probably didn't fail, but now the beginning portions of the class are coming clear to him and he obviously wasn't paying attention to the Spring classes. We will see.
For Evvy, all eyes are on the class trip to Carowinds, an amusement park. She is walking around and imagining what she and her girls will do. I love that look in her eyes. This year, there is no fluting contest there, for her. She's given up on the music interest, to my complete dismay. Leaving us with bills to pay for the flute, left. Help us, Holy Spirit. She will just go to Carowinds and have fun. What else is there?
School days, School Days?

1 comment:

Joanne Bodden said...

CS Lewis is deep stuff. Reading is so liberating It is great to learn they are so into it! They have not fallen 'far from the tree'.
Sorry the music has gone the way of latest fad I am sure it had a wonderful impact & who knows she may return to it!
It seems your Newish hometown of Nth Carolina is a delight! I must visit soon. Lots of Love Jayne thank you for the update.

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.