It is Summertime! Jobs are scarce, but not around this house. The past couple of days, the cleaning bug has hit the young people in my house. I am very grateful. I am usually behind them, picking up and they are doing the major part of the cleaning these past few days.
I thought it would pass. I didn't expect the thoroughness that they are exhibiting. It is delightful that the conflicts, although they are not fewer are about tossing stuff, instead of hoarding. They are going through the toy closet and the desks. Wow! Many hands make light work. But a lot of people can collect alot of stuff. It is true! Teamwork is delightful to see, also.
Elijah is a daddy? I wish I could see that sweet baby. I know the sweetiepie, probably looks just like my sister. Addison looks like Juju to me and I can just imagine the sweet baby that came from Elijah's new family.
I keep reminiscing when baby Jackie was a newborn like this baby. I was 3 years old and thought that I could hold the baby. Miss Newsome was our nanny. She kept smacking our hands, mine and Ju. "Don't touch the baby!" seemed like the only thing we heard in those days. We were a couple of troublemakers, for sure. And, if given the opportunity we certainly would have played catch with her. We were not allowed to touch her. I remember asking what is so special about her that she can't be touched? Little minds with much love for baby and lots of fun to enjoy in those days. I do hope that baby Elija"mina" is a sweetiepie and the love of her grandma's life. A new love, always enjoying the loves of children and the earlier grands. Congrats and happy felicitations for the great treasure of having another grandbaby. Love, Jayne
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
In my garden, today I found one sunflower blooming. I have been anticipating this highly auspicious occasion for days now. I have been looking at this unplanted garden of sunflowers that cropped up, unsolicited and planted by the birds, tossing the sunflowers out of the birdfeeder and up popped these 5 sunflowers. Today one came to full bloom. What a delightful providence and the enjoyment of my young boys at home is even more delightful. The almost high-schooler and the almost 5th grader are mom's right and left sweeteners. I just love the interaction of these fellows with each-other.
I am so grateful for the greening of Summer. For a couple of years, we had drought conditions. This year the beauty of the constant drenching is a beautiful thing to me. Now, we are praying that the timing of the rain would be convenient for us. I have one grapevine coming up and four strawberry plants in the garden. They are delighted at the plentiful waters and watering.
My bird feeder, though empty, because of not buying the seeds for my dear friends in the neighborhood, sprouted 5 sunflowers from the birds dropping those seeds into the soil, instead of eating them.
This morning, Mrs. Bluejay had a good-morning song for me as soon as I opened the door to look out at the beautiful morning sky. The clouds hadn't quite decided what they would do, yet. The sun was bright and promising of a sunshiny day. Now, it seems that Mrs. Bluejay, was warning me, get outside, now, she warned, there are some clouds forming outside of your view. I saw them on my way over here and I here there will be rain today. Really, I queried? She darted off to discuss the matters with my neighbor, through her opened window. I wasn't offended, because I have learned that is the bluejay way. They give a quick newscast and hardly have time to discuss any questions. They leave socializing to the sparrows.
Right now, though it isn't raining, the sun is covered by the gathering clouds and seem to be threatening to keep the day overcast, for a while. We will see.
Summer, in NC is full of wild and life and challenging weather patterns. I enjoy it.
So many stories are on my tongue and on my computer, having gotten to know my animal friends in the neighborhood.
Kissed my honey good bye and a good day and then prepared for the young people to come downstairs for the day.
Memorial Day, always proves a challenge. We have 2 May birthdays. This year there was a May wedding that Emily was a part of. What a beautiful month is May. To get the crew to celebrate the holiday in the same place and in the same way is the challenge.
Honey thought 3 days at the park would be a treat for us all. It did end up being a treat, but not before much of the conflicts that are our lot in life these days.
We made it out to the park on Sat. Bailey Road Park, on Sunday, Freedom Park and Monday, Jetton Park.
In our minds we thought that we would have a central picnic spot and go to and fro, from activity to activity, but that wasn't the way it worked out. Much family-babble went on as we decided, which park on which day and what to bring and not to bring. But, we made it out there and we are grateful that we were corralled, by a loving earthly father to have fun together, in spite of ourselves.
What do you say to the happy new couple? People always wax eloquent at weddings, I see. It's been 30 years since my own wedding day and so very many of the festivities merry-makers have already passed on. Some are still with us, but it seems that heaven comes down to celebrate covenants of commitment on the earth.
We got ready for the wedding and I could almost see Aunt Gloria walking around with me through the house. I could hear her voice in the craziness of our usual or unusual Sunday prep. I put some rollers in my hair to mark her remembrance. She was the coordinator of our wedding in a lot of ways. Here she was coordinating me not losing all my marbles going to the wedding of this season. It seemed that heaven was preparing me for the day. I really wasn't concentrating on the wedding per say, but the usual unusual things were coming closer together in our continued struggle to survive the daily vicissitudes. I was introduced to the James Walker of Harvard, through a mutual respected commentary of "Charles Bridges" and they all seemed to say fellowship with heaven and covenants are precious to God and celebrated in heaven.
I found out that the 160th anniversary of James Walker getting the presidency at Harvard was a momentous occasion, if not to all of Heaven, to me and to Aunt Gloria and Uncle Charles and the rest of heaven that keep us in their prayers and concern and mystic sweet communion. I was encouraged, though still depressed deeply at our situations and our difficulties. Enoch graduates and has a birthday coming up and Heaven is pointing us to look to the God, who ordained us to be in the sad state that we are in, yet rejoicing. He gave us KJ and Matt's wedding to help us reminisce about our thirty years together trying to build into the lives that are our family.
The rollers that signified Aunt Gloria's memory to me on this special wedding day, were taken out in time to celebrate the day and rejoice with those that do rejoice.
They do say that behind every great mother is a great man, don't they? Well I don't know about a great mother on mother's day, here, but I do know a great man who heads this ever growing and ever changing family of people. What a dyn amic man to put up with a psycho-wifeypoo and the bunch of younguns that we have spawned. He is determined to make godly people out of us, inspite of our craziness. He has his hands full, too. We challenge him every step, but he is determined to preach us into the kingdom, come "hell or high water" as they say. I am fervently grateful and adamantly determined to work with him on that regard. Halleluia that God has given him a perservering spirit with the likes of us and we are hanging onto him and his veracity is appreciated.Happy, Happy Mother's Day to the man who made me a mother!
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.
It is Summertime! Jobs are scarce, but not around this house. The past couple of days, the cleaning bug has hit the young people in my house. I am very grateful. I am usually behind them, picking up and they are doing the major part of the cleaning these past few days.
I thought it would pass. I didn't expect the thoroughness that they are exhibiting. It is delightful that the conflicts, although they are not fewer are about tossing stuff, instead of hoarding. They are going through the toy closet and the desks. Wow! Many hands make light work. But a lot of people can collect alot of stuff. It is true! Teamwork is delightful to see, also.
Happy, Happy Mother's Day to the man who made me a mother!
