Thursday, January 26, 2017

Bye Bye Biden

Don’t look for me, I am taking the “Peace Train” home! Thank you for reminding me that there are alternate ways to get home. We don't all have to get on the helicopter or the plane. What an honor for the men and women who were “working on the railroad” all the day long. That mode of transportation is sometimes, all but forgotten in the hustle and bustle of cyber-time shifts. We travel at warp speed whenever possible.

 Not Our dear Vice President Biden, who reminded us that sometimes we need to travel the slow way and let every tear line the path we have trodden. I put all of it out there on the court, he seemed to say and win or lose, it is time to cry that the game is over. Perhaps it is time to go fly a kite!

Saturday, January 21, 2017

In Love with the peaceful transfer of power!

Every good and perfect gift is from God above and a transfer of power that doesn't include airstrikes and tanks is an amazing good inheritance we have as Americans.

I haven't always appreciated it.  I haven't taken my right to vote as seriously as I should, but as I pray for our nation's continuance and peace,  I thank God that He has placed me in America here and now. Not in the Civil War era or the French Revolution,  but a land where we agree to be civilized even in our greatest changes of direction.  God give us grace to enhance the gift of democracy that we've been blessed with.

Jesus, heal our griefs and continue to answer our deepest prayer to bless this country.  Amen.
Bless our new President Trump and give him wisdom, direction and strength.  Grant us the gift of peaceful transition.  In Jesus' name, Amen.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

As you Graduate from the presidency...

Issues of partisanship aside. I am so proud of our first Black President. I will miss him enormously. He was a great man. He is a great man and has given us all a mountain of dreams to climb. We all can check that off of our Christmas list. Santa, himself, couldn't have sent us a better example of leadership to represent us in the place of President. We thank you, dear President Obama, for your service and leadership to our nation for these years. You will always be endeared to my heart in prayer and in gratitude to God for your carrying our dreams above the clouds of limitation. May your Post-Presidency endeavors be crowned with God's blessings on you and your family.What does Obama stand for?

O—Ordinary gait   An extraordinary man with a humble countenance.
B--- Brave             Overcoming the odds of personal sympathies he rose to          lead
A--- Astute            A gifted speaker and thinker
M--- Manly            Not leaning on the greatness of others, not a blame-shifter
A—Articulate        Educated and not unwilling to lay aside articulation for identification with everybody.

I loved what you represented about “Blackness” and about yourself.   God speed to you as you continue on to your future endeavors!

Saturday, January 7, 2017

These kids are sabotaging the communication process!

I am angry when all of these new non-verbals are replacing the "Queen's English"!  The new thing, specifically is "MEME".  They show me these pictures with words above them to express a feeling or a sentiment.  I was just getting accustomed to the emoticons, etc.  When will I ever catch up to the cyber conversations these children are telling us?   This is the whirlwind of a generation gap!  I'd better learn to walk with the footmen on this issue.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

The Battle of the Boys

The after Christmas lethargy of schoolboys is afflicting our household. Thank God for older sisters. I really haven't appreciated them until it is only two of them and I have to chip in more and more.

These last waves of teenage years is wearing to say the least. I often feel not up to the challenge. Thank God for Evie helping them clean their clothes and Emily keeping a firm voice on them at every angle. They often pull the wool over my eyes, but its not my eyes they are pulling, only. It is just a season, I know.

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.