Thursday, December 25, 2014

Moments before the tumult of the paper toss...My Santa-baby lays under the tree before the children rise and jump on him

Only one real child is still at home. Everyone else is grown, but they are still children to us. I am very grateful for the elongation of the maternal season that we enjoy. When they are gone the empty nest is a fountain of memories, but for now the memories are still in the generator.

Father-bear loves the nightlong vigil of commitment and intensity. I am always a willing, but incapable armorbearer. We carry the torch into the memory generator, like there is a treasure in that cave and there is. There are memories that are treasured, just for us. Just for the page of Christmas that is Ezra's 11th Christmas and Ethan's 15th. We are all still watching the men that they will become. Enoch, at 20 is still watching the family develop and participating as an adult now. The fledgling college woman carries her womanly spectacles and puts them on and takes them off as it suits her. She is a woman, when she wants her way and a child when she wants it that way also. The women are like all of the elves in Santa's workshop. They have the invaluable tasks of galavanting and creating the festive mood. Elyse at 28, carries the orchestra baton in her bag. I think that she and Grandma Monica, must have met somewhere between earth and heaven she is so much like her. Emily, my clone is 24 and the bossiest boots in the bunch. We couldn't have found this bunch of treasured memories without their capable services. Santa and I fall into place and follow our directions and the wonders of Christmas Present unwrap themselves as they have for our 31 Christmases together.

Our Christmas Treasure chest always seems more full than we can bear and there couldn't be another wonder to observe, enjoy, or complain about, as we always do all of the above. Still there is another chest of memories to discover and enjoy. The Circle is still unbroken and remains a blessed privilege to encompass. All Hail the Power of Jesus Name!
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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.