Saturday, January 26, 2013

Such a hullaballoo about such a little snow.

Last week we had a snow day on Friday. There was no way that we would have that happen again. The weatherman said we would have, at least an early dismissal, probably 1 pm on Friday was the forecast. I didn't believe it until I saw the little calf running down the pasture to tell Mr. Horse that the snow was coming. I had to giggle at the speed this round little fellow got to and the horse was not even impressed in the least. I longed to jump out of the car and listen to the little calf's weather report, but there was no time. When we got home, the call came and the children were delightedly coming home earlier than even 1 pm. It was 9am. Sleet was coming down and the ground gets so slippery down here, it really is dangerous. Submission to the precipitation is a distinctly Charlottean concept. When it snows, stay home, play with your children, make hot chocolate and memories.
My baby boy came home on the bus, but the teenagers were stranded, somehow. There was a bus accident on the way to get them. One street in and out and we were sitting there behind a line of cars until we decided to go the other way. I love the combination of farmland and communities that we have access to view between home and the schools. As I bake my biscuits I am remembering my mother-in-law and her words on how to make them. What is "clabba-milk" I asked, ignorantly. Now I know and the smell of the biscuits and hot chocolate remind me that only one of my children met their grandma on their dad's side. I reminisce about her care and love for us and the culture shock that I had in trying to get to know her. My biscuits never are soft enough to plant my fingerprints in, like hers were. No matter how hard I try to imitate her care and carefulness, my children never seem satiated by anything edible. Children are always hungry. She must've prayed that their tummies would be filled, while she was baking them. Who could've known that those days would fly by and that we couldn't remember so clearly all that she said or keep any of the days in our pockets. Who knew that we would be the older people trying to pass on the traditions to the next generation, like fingerprints on the biscuits.
As my dear friends, the sparrows come by to pickup the handful of seeds that I threw to them this morning; I am recalling the massage of the turkey that I was privileged to participate in with Grandma Rosalie. I talk about it to them, but their eyes glaze over that I could have been in awe of a woman who had power in her hands to bless and rear so many strong and powerful people. The look on her face when she enjoyed something was impressive on my minds eye this morning. I tried to help my children imagine the ignorance of their mother, next to this woman who towered above me in knowledge of children and tastebuds. What is a crawfish?, Grandmother. What is a Cric? More questions than I ever asked in my life, were in my mouth with her. I felt so stupid around her. She knew everything that had become important to me.

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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

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.