I woke early and in the middle of my praise dancing in the morning, God sent us a special visitor. Enoch's "knock off" bus was outside and right behind the lights of the bus we spied with wonder, what looked like a baby bear, from the distance. It was clearly enamored by the lights of the bus. The bus was backing out of our little community and all that were startled by the sound stood outside with me, a little sweaty and in my PJ's; trying to woo him from getting hit by the bus as it backed up. After the first couple of calls, it was clear to us that it wasn't a bear and it wasn't stupid enough to get hit by a bus either. It just wanted the entertainment of the lights and the sound of the bus as it backed up. We called and called and he seemed to ignore us for the sight of my crepe myrtle tree of colorful hues. We were about to close the door, when around the house I saw him peering. Do you really like me? He seemed to say. I was instantly in love.(Ben knows about him...Hands on hips) The very biggest St. Bernard dog that I had ever seen, was ready to come inside my house. I was no longer brave. He kissed my hand as we fed him doggy treats from the cupboard. Elyse rescued us and took him home to his own house. But the morning was delightful with a new love and neighbor in our acquaintance to talk about. Of course we couldn't find the camera at a time like this. The only one who missed the experience was Ezra. I hope he comes to visit us again.
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Title- The Studious One!
Of biscuits and syrup
Happy Saturday!
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.
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.
3 comments:
Wow what a morning guest!!! Shredded wheat , Captain crunch and St. Bernard. I know there is a bigger message in there somewhere. the camera is never handy when you need it. One question how dod Elyse take him home? Really how?
She is so brave. I wanted to hug that huge creature, he was so beautiful and winsome and friendly. He thought I was inviting him to come in and just a nudge of his huge nose almost knocked me off of the door. I had to keep holding the door for him not to come in. Elyse took her Emma leash and put it on the dog and walked him home, with rollers in her hair. She knew him from walking her dog in the neighborhood. She should really be a vet. He did everything she told him to do. :)
She is amazing! She is also good with farming right!!! Horticulture and Agriculture! she is going to really be amazing . Please keep me posted on her I am so impressed with her confidence and wit:)
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