Tuesday, February 19, 2013

One of the things that I love about NC... and {what to do with 20 bananas}

is the delightful weather. It is like having a self-cleaning precipitation. Today is a rainy, rainy day. It may rain all day, but the snow of Saturday is completely gone. No snowplows, no salting trucks, just a few days of warm weather and the ground is clear. Snow comes from the sky white and before it yellows, it is gone. I just love the weather. My lungs, especially are grateful. I never get that icy freeze in them, like I used to get, in NY.

My fine fellows, Ethan and Ezra were down with a bit of a cold yesterday and Ezra, still seems a little under the weather. I kept him home another day and we are watching him to see what is exactly wrong with him, other than the obvious sniffles and achey bones. I gave him some ibuprofen and laid him down on the couch in the living room.

My dear and very "American" children look at me cross-eyed when I bring home ginger-beer from the supermarket. The taste for this delightful brew, is obviously a vestage of my West-Indian heritage. They have not inherited a taste for the sharp drink. I love it and I have given myself permission to exhibit my delight in such a brew, inspite of the "brew-ha-ha" that happens whenever I bring it to the table. In my mind, I am seeking ways to introduce the ginger flavor to my dear children, just so they know the flavor.

I should have made banana waffles, because of the blessing that we have received from Ben's job of the many, many bananas that I am in the mind of processing for our family's. I said to myself, Uncle Robby said you can put just about any drink in your waffle mix, one day when we were reminiscing about Grandma Ruth's waffles. He gave me his recipe and left the fluid blank, because he uses anything in his waffles. I said, let me substitute my ginger-beer and see if they are acceptable to my taste-testers.

I enjoyed the gingerbeer waffles. Enoch tasted a little of it. He is no example of their goodness, though, because he is ravenous. The others could detect the slightly sharp flavor that the gingerbeer gave off. They didn't poo-poo it, but they didn't devour them, either.

Today, is the banana processing day. I hate bananas! I have made 2 banana breads for Valentines Day. What else can I do with them? I may just blend them and put them in the freezer to make cream pie, when it is a Sunday or special occasion.

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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.