Monday, October 27, 2014

We took her back, yesterday.

We know that our children don't belong to us. But we borrowed our Evvy from Chowan for the weekend. They are borrowing her from us for a while and we are borrowing her from God, along with the other wonderful loans that we have in our family.

Great weather we enjoyed, for our Wednesday through Sunday rendezvous. We had thought we would do a lot, ie. play tennis, go to the AG Store, etc.

The first night it was Ev and I, together. "Mom, can I sleep in your bed?" NOOOOOO!--Okay, it will be alright for just one night. Why?
I don't think we ever get used to being a "mommy"{representing motherhood to a bunch of people} I guess, I lived up to the challenge and let her sleep in my bed for the night. For that one moment, she was able to regress to a second grader. We went through the challenges of college freshman year and carried it together for a minute and she said can I put my side of the furniture on the floor for a minute and take a breath. Sure, said everybody else in the family. We are so glad to have you home. Our agenda was set aside and we all just watched Evvy be who Ev is to us for a brief{all too brief 5 days}.

Do you have to go back so soon?

Not a cloud was in the sky, all the way up north the 5 hour drive. Lots and lots of traffic, but no clouds were around. Last couple of times, it was an entire show of cloud stories to write about. This time we were all ears on Evvy. Dad gave a tutorial on drawing eyes. {Em felt left out of that huge gift, because she was driving} "How come Evvy gets all of the good stuff?" We're not jealous, but we could be.
From Tuesday to Sunday the trees had completely changed in color. It was glorious in color on the right and the left sides the trees were in their most beautiful reds and yellows and browns. There was a lot of variety of color and still a little green, before the dormancy of the trees that is quickly coming upon us.

Then, as we got close to the campus, the white of the cotton that annoyed us immensely, by its redundancy had become bales and bales and bales of this icky looking off-white stuff covered with tarps on the sides of the roads.

I guess, I never saw the real significance of "Eli Whitney" and the cotton-gin. I just kept saying his name over and over as we saw the seeming unending mounds of cotton that were everywhere. His name was just one of the answers to the question in Social Studies class and now it seemed that we were
FOREVER IN BLUE JEANS!
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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.