Friday, January 12, 2018

Do You Want To Go---to the Greatest Show? "Wait up for me!"

My every thought of North Carolina was small and hickish! "Come and visit." No thank you, would be my polite reply. What on earth could anyone from NC think that they have for me to see in North Carolina? Do they have A skyscraper there? Oh really? Do they have much of the ocean views? Do they have a Broadway? etc., etc.

That is okay, I will find other things to do with my time than visit a "somewhat backward"{to my vain thinking} state like North Carolina. To be humble, I was sure that there could be some wonderful backwoodsy beauty that I could find some enjoyment in. But, certainly not before I visited every other state and country, could I think that there could be a place like that.

circumstances proved a great motivator:
There were certainly walls of pride and comfort that needed to be placed aside to get us here.
It happened and as swiftly as New Yorkers sometimes can move; we flew down the highway to the "Cackalackies" as our family affectionately refers to the Carolinas.
The training of New York thought is always to jump and challenge and reach! If there is something to attain, we are reaching for it. I was such a one at one time. I can't stop to ride down the highway. That one trip down the highway was significant in one thing. When we crossed the line into NC, I felt a wall of slowness hit me. I wasn't sure that I was going to like this slowness that hit me like a wall.

Nobody sat me down and told me that time runs slower here and there... North Carolina people stop and talk about little things like weather and flowers, etc. New Yorkers march to a rhythm and have agendas and stick to them or run from them. Little time for the minutia of small talk, unless a few drinks have preceded it and I don't drink. Get it done, or you didn't get that done, etc. Drivenness rules and false and unrealistic expectations are par for the course. We are on the mountain or in the valley of "Didn't make it there!" The two conditions of the New Yorker. I didn't have time to lament my loss of my beloved city. We had to go and we had to start a new course in a new place with a load of children. But, this is not about them.

How could we be leaving the best city on earth? I was born there and I loved it from corner to corner. Now, I couldn't live there anymore. I wasn't crying and I was hopeful that we could forge new relationships and memories. I wasn't ready for the sky hitting me in my face, like it did!
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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.