I do love the grays and blues on the wrapping paper of my day when I am off to work and you cannot tell whether it is morning or night. It gives me an excitement of anticipation, to be off and out before the sun has had a chance to rise and there are clouds thick and dark to cover it.
I didn't see one of the miniature horses galloping or posing, as they usually do. They must be somewhat fearful of the clouds. The bunch of them, ordinarily have had a couple of morning races with one another, but not yesterday. They were hiding from the rain.
It got chilly and rainy. The temperatures had dipped from 70 to 40 in that one day span and this morning it is back to the January chill of 33. Not to plant anything yet, I guess. I thought it was early planting season. Just a tease, was the weather.
My honey is struggling with this long season of being out of work. He does get some freelance jobs, every once in a while and he has a night custodial job. But it is getting to him that his talents and education feel like they are going to seed.
I am grateful that he is getting to know the children after these many years of being out so much with work and ministry that we didn't see him very much.
All of the children are following him foot to foot. Sometimes that makes me feel unneccessary in the mix. Ethan does show a little writers bent. But everyone strives to be the most superb artist and make their father go ahhh!
He doesn't give out ahhhs at artwork hardly ever. I have to tell him, you can't tell the little ones every single minute detail that they missed. Oh well, I am not the artist and haven't the artists eye and the whole house is quick to remind me of such.
That doesn't go there mother. Your artists eye would have told you that if you had one. I didn't go to "Cooper Union" and I didn't sit at the feet of my husband in art classes. I have no desire to start picking up the paint brushes at this age. I prefer, as my father did the painting of the landscape with the linotype. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I let them decorate my world with color and shapes, the lot of them and I decorate theirs with words, if they would stop to read what I tell them. Go figure~
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Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse
Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats
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
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.
1 comment:
That is the funny thing about art~ it comes in many forms. Painting with a brush is cool but Seeing your life as a work of art & living it artistically is even better!
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