I would try a little fried okra for any residual congestion, there might be. I know you might not like it, but it never fails to do the trick for my persistent coughs and colds. I am going to be taking some today, just for the symptoms that I am having from hearing about your house's creeping cruds.
NY is full of germs, as you are quite aware. That many people sharing seats and handles of things can't help but breed the worst of sicknesses. Don't be deceived, like Pocahontas. Delicate bodies, like ours, reared in the seclusion of the burbs, are always hotbeds for the worst of sicknesses. What makes city bodies stronger, can truly take us under. Don't you forget it and if you dare try to catch small pox, there in the city, I will come there even into your grave! Don't think you are getting away from me that easy!
Everyday, I face the fears that my father impressed into my soul. There are rational fears and there are irrational ones. When I look at my Zayden, I understand the depth of some of the fears that my father expressed, regularly. Because we loved him, we embraced his fears and some of them came to rest in our own souls to be brought to the cross, in the sanctification process.
When I see the things that bring my Zayden to a fluster, because he can't move the large pieces of his body at his own will. "Someone has to move me. What if they don't come to me?" He cries so pitifully. I am trying to help him learn to move those parts of his body to get around, but until then, we can't just let the other children climb on him.
When I went to the beach, I remember the enormous fear that was my father's that one of the children would drown. He couldn't save us. He never went in, He just stayed on the sidelines in that ocean "discotec". The dance floor was his freedom. He couldn't move any better, in any other arena than that. Someone had taught him to move his body at his own will to melody and He could feel the freedom that noone had to help him. I see that his injuries had made him feel like an invalid, all the more than he was. He was fanatical not to have a sissy handshake. He practiced making sure that those huge non-feeling hands didn't crush another person's hand or sit limply in theirs, for fear. This was awesomely important to him. I always wondered why is he so scared? He can fight anybody. What is he afraid of? I always wondered, what could make a big man pretend to disappear in a car when he sees someone that he knows here or there.
,p>There were some guilty feelings that were attached to his fears. He despised being carried and couldn't imagine the strength of a person or machine that could have lifted him. I think of his fears when I hear that song that I posted here. I think about how God is subduing the multiple fears that my father implanted into my heart {some for safety, some for convenience and even the ones implanted for fun}.I know that God is greater than any fear that I have. I sat face to face with my fears at the beach. I love the beach, but it takes time for my maternal, fearful mind catches up to everyone being a grown up. There are no babies here, mommy.
All the seagulls comfort me with that reminder. The fledgeling are flying, now. You don't need to be afraid, mommy. I am grateful that Jesus understands my heart and soul and doesn't despise a mother's complicated heart.
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
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
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.
