Sunday, September 9, 2018

Temper Tantrums and Post Partum?

I do dearly hope that your every dream comes true. My imagination that the US Open would have Black Women in the finals came true yesterday. I felt like my soul was hanging in the balance as these amazing swashbuckling women hit harder and harder than I ever dreamed that the ball could go. I could see the confidence and the determination that makes winners and the strength of mind and heart that can be overcome to become a loser. She didn't imagine that a ball could come at her as hard as she has hit at other people. She didn't imagine that a person could challenge her every resolve to get up from the floor.

Serena was bettered! I thought I would never see that day. I thought those girls would just retire and leave the game bereft of any following in their footsteps of hard and fast and powerful matches. I like the feminine game. I like to see long rallies and finesse, but I love what the Williams' have done to the game as well. I thought that perhaps there were a way to create two different games out of what they had done.

I drooled this past year to see the longer matches and dramatic athletacism that the younger players were enjoying while the most recent Queen of the Courts took her sabbatical. I loved reminiscing about what women's tennis used to be. It all came together, when those women bashed the mess out of those cans of balls, yesterday.

I remembered the day that Martina, said "why can't we go to the net, like the men?" I remembered how my father was trying to drill that kind of venomous determination into my game. What is woman's tennis and what is neutral? How could followers of "Chrissy style" of game ever become aggressive hard-hitting bashers of the ball? My dad thought you could just put a new piece into my game, like a vacuum cleaner and create "more power".

Like going to the store for a personality and a play style was yesterday's game. That is what I wanted you to do and be. Keep your feminine demeanor and smash that ball, like I know you can. That is going to take 2 more generations of play, Dad. I wanna be Chrissy! I wanna be a ball move and spinner. I wanna run around the court and hit my two handed backhand from the baseline until the cows come home. I loved feminine Tennis. He saw the future and the masculine side of the game. Don't even think, just bash it! He indeed did beat that reflex into my game, but a part of me died, trying to get to that game.

I saw the mantle passed. I saw whaat Dad was saying and we all genuflect to an amazing new generation who loved gramps enough to see that there is no dichotomy between femininity and power! I love you Serena!

I am amazed by Naomi!
It is YOUR TURN! don't you ever stop crying!
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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.