Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Easter Sunday 2011

What a great day we had!

From Church to Freedom Park

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Come, Saturday!

Come Saturday morning, I'm going away with my friends, we'll laugh and we'll smile in our Saturday style...

Today we went "away" with Victor Borga. {Thanks to the magic of Youtube, or "the utubes", as I affectionately call it} We sat around the computer, as families used to do, around the radio and enjoyed and laughed to the humor of Victor Borga. Just I and my friends, my children wrapped around my shoulders, we laughed and listened. I realized that this is Saturday morning in our house. We are living in an elongated Saturday morning of loving and living under one roof and learning to laugh together and cry together, at some of the same things. We are a community. We are a family. It was so much fun and joy.
One day they will be gone, but we will remember, long after Saturday’s gone.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

A Tennis Monday!

What a delight to see the band of Walkers descending on Jetton Park after work and school? I was more than grateful that my dear, sweet husband took upon himself the initiative to overcome the inertia of his wife to guide us into (what I like to call) Spring Training. A little too much Winter Hibernation was indulged in. We have no excuse to hibernate, down here, there really is no Winter, to speak of. But, we got out there. Some hiked some picnicked and some played tennis. I am learning to negotiate my vision, these days. I find that my shoulder is looser and my serve more fluid, but my eyes misguage the distance to the net, when trying to accomodate the softer hits. I could blame it on the bifocals. I do think that is it, but I can't be sure. More than a few times, I was sure that the ball was going over and that I had put enough pressure to carry it just over to my youngster, and it was not even at the net. I haven't had that happen to me before, my vision deceiving me to that extent. It is interesting negotiating the changes that aging brings.

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.