Friday, November 23, 2012

I Love How We Thank God!

There was no traffic on the way to the Thanksgiving Day Parade we attended in the mountains. We were excited, because the balloons that we get to see, when we go there are so massive that we can hardly keep them in view. First the cloud balloons amazed us and we were tantalized, wondering what mountainous imaginations would manifest themselves on this very Thankful Day.
Last year, I said Brother Marius had cloud duty, because there were no clouds in the sky.(He was my very aged Summer School teacher for health and never let us doodle in our notebooks, so if the sky has no clouds, I say that Brother Marius wouldn't let them doodle designs on the canvas of the sky) This year, I was hoping to see a few clouds, not too many. And I wasn't disappointed. Sometimes, I wonder what they have to do with Brother Marius to get clouds into the sky down here, because we have so few, very cloudy days and We have to put in an order for them, much ahead of time and they make photo appearances and then get swept into the backdrop.
All of a sudden, as if by accident these massive structures invaded the horizon. Ben, who was driving and Enoch, behind my head started instructing the rest of us to get the camera. En yanked Ezra out of his deepest unconsciousness to see the "first Balloons" as I call them. I am so glad that the clouds didn't decide to overtake the day and make us wait longer to see our fine and beautiful horizon. We had seen these beauties before, but it didn't seem like it. They always seem new and freshly washed from the storehouse. (I do sometimes wonder if they deflate them and put them back in the box when we go back home:) Those angels have some kind of chore keeping them fresh and inflatable year after year after year.
They kept hiding from us and we felt like we were playing dodgeball with the mountains trying to catch a glimpse of them in and out of our sight and then they were enveloping us.
All of a sudden the parade began, bison, goats, ponies and other sundry animals started popping up to our right in the car. They decorated our "commute" and we were in awe of God's magesty to send them to us on our path on Thanksgiving Day. You couldn't see a bunch of more committed "city slickers" gawking at the country scenery, as if we were on 5th Avenue. The stars took a backseat to the friendly deer, who seemed to want to have some turkey with us in our enjoyments. Our bellies were stuffed at the perfect Holiday feast of sights and sounds and sumptuosities. We are so grateful to our friends for this kind sharing of their family meal with us. Now Thank We All Our God.

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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.