Saturday, June 14, 2014

Baby Girl's Graduation

If you dropped me straight from my HS grad into yesterday's highschool graduation, I would have had no idea what those children were talking about. What is a "selfie"?

I sat with baited breath waiting for my baby to appear out of that corridor. Why are we named with a W and all the way in the back of the line? It seemed like yesterday that her dad went to the store to deck her out in ladybug buttons to bring her home from the hospital. Where did the time go? It takes so long to get to see her. Thank God they had the photos of the graduates on the big screen. I almost forgot what she looked like, I've seen so little of her, lately. We used to color together. We used to play Hello Kitty. Sunflower dancing was her claim to fame in our family and so quickly, she's a woman graduating. I had my cry in the CVS, thinking about how to express my missing the little "thing 2 that has blossomed into a High School graduate.

I will compose myself. I will not baul through the ceremony about my coloring partner having grown up. It was a celebration.

Suddenly, this handsome young fellow appears on the stage, He was school president and no wonder he is so comfortable in front of a huge audience and oriented us, seamlessly into the celebration of the class of 2014. He looked like he had come out of "Moonlight Bay". hey, wait, that was about a hundred years ago now. Did they graduate people way back then? I remember thinking that about older people, like my grandmother and mother, etc. Now, I am the older person. Relevant? Old School? Dinosaur? The balancing generation, I've decided.

He said, We are done, let's applaud ourselves, no, let's take out our device and take a "selfie". I was in tears, laughing at how things change and things stay the same. Here was my baby and her class learning to use their media for usefulness in the world, the same as "Gordon Macrae and Shirley Jones", in the movies and "Theo and Justine" on the Cosby Show and all of the renditions of the "Same Old Song" playing over and over again. All at once, the waiting was worth it. They called her name! Evelyn Hope Walker, I heard the doctor say, "it's a girl!" Every starring moment flooded my mind for that one moment and she wisked across the stage, with my heart in her hands and then! She was graduated. They are setting sail into life and I am glad for them. My Evie celebrated with us and went out afterward, with her mom's full confidence that she will make us proud. I stopped crying long enough to write this blog, so, I will be alright!
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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.