Monday, August 27, 2012

Something is always missing. Ezra's bus schedule: Where is it?

Today it was the bus paper with the information about his bus time. That can drive a person bananas. Somebody forgot their lunch? No, it's Enoch's lunch and he hasn't got school, today. I just knew that I left it in the folder that the teacher, so nicely made up for us. It wasn't there. It wasn't in my pocketbook. Every coupon checked? What is the big deal? says my dear hearted husband. I simply don't know where it is. I know that it is bus 319. I just don't know what time. It stops in front of our house, he comforted. We can throw him on there at whatever time it stops there. I just couldn't believe that I couldn't find it. Sometimes the little things can make you turn everything upside down and miss the first day, for your tumult. Okay, I will do it your way, fly by the seat of my pants? I don't know. I don't like this bus story anyway, why don't we just drive him? No. There are buses. We will enjoy that blessed luxury. That doesn't comfort me, when I can't figure out where I put that thing. Well, I composed myself, by the time my husband left the house. I was going to do a first day of school video with the new laptop, it was a pain in the neck to get them to talk into a computer, but we did it. All in all, the bus routine went off without much of a glitch. Ethans new busstop proved an adventure for the crew. We still have a dilemma about his bus system. How will we get him to the bus everyday? We thought that problem was solved, but a new one arose. Small problems that give big headaches to an entire family system. He's going to get there, we trust. I wonder what will be missing tomorrow. This year's fourthgrade family history series, "Mu for Dummies" Chapter 1 was who is MU? Last year the cliche's of Ruth. Here's Your Hat... I love introducing Ezra to the elders that I knew.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Here and Heaven

Today was the first day that I tried to skype. How technically inept, I feel. It makes me scared though; to be so in touch with anybody on the whole earth with the touch of a button; do we lose touch with Heaven? ie. The mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won? They are happy and holy and we pray for grace that we, like them the meek and lowly on high may dwell with God. But if we are so concerned about being seen on that skype, can we still be concerned about Heaven?

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The King of Love, My Shepherd is! His Goodness Faileth Never!

What a beautiful hymn of faith is the "King of Love". Taken from the many splendored 23rd Psalm. When our hearts take the time to meditate and muse on His goodness to us, we cannot help but worship. He is the King of Love, truly loving us inspite of ourselves. He is the King of Love. Magnificent in His mercy and grace. Gracious and altogether lovely. We, who know and love Him are recipients of not only the general rain {which falls on the just and on the unjust} but the presence of God with us. This is there despite the situation. That is what the beauty of the parable of the rich man and Lazarus. Who would have guessed that God was with Lazarus in his poverty? Not the believing Jews of that day. Who would have believed that when they stepped over Lazarus, they were stepping over God's presence? That is the word that convicted the believing Jews of Jesus' day. God is not only there when times are good. His presence is more valuable and sometimes can only be seen when there is a lack. He puts some in the cleft of the rock to see His magnificence in want of things. And then, He refreshes us with Himself. The rich man had the inheritance of substance, bereft of the inheritance of faith. God had sent Lazarus to prove his faith inheritance. It was not. His soul was as bereft as Lazarus' skin. Sad state of affairs for such a one. God sends these trials to prove the state of our faith. Have we substance? Let us not miss the substance of His presence, in fellowship with God in prayer and praise and in mercy shown to those in need. Help us, Dear Lord!

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.