Monday, August 24, 2020

Life With Mother: On the subject of the Democratic convention and an editorial written masterfully by Maureen Dowd this morning...

 No disrespect intended to Seamus Heaney or the Irish wonders that were penned by the editorialist...




To Be Irish is to know that in the end?  the world doesn’t like us! {implied} is this the motto of unity?




We love you Joe! You are just not the man for the job.  This sudden feeling to mask a deeper problem with rhetoric about a speech impediment is just scary.   We love you and your Irish charm.  We wouldn’t break your heart for anything, but the America that we are in now needs a leader with business savvy and economic and brutal reality and not the limericks and Lyricism of trying to rhyme History with Hope.  Though harmonize, they might, rhyming them is a task for the fairies.  This is not a fairy problem, Joe.  This is a problem for picks and axes to dig us out of this mess.  This is not a rhetorical problem or a political problem; it is a real business and economic and health crisis.  You know something  about such things, but do you have the resolve to do anything but to save your own? Understandable to want to save your own, but unacceptable.  

   When Rome was burning under your watch there was precious little you could do and jobs were trickling out of our country and unemployment skyrocketed and unfortunately we haven't the stomach nor the resources to endure this again if you are elected.  

       You have no plan and hide under the sorry unity that hating Trump affords you.  We Americans {both educated and uneducated} can see through that mask, Joe.  We love you, but you are yesterday’s Democratic Party.  You are not in touch with today’s problems.  A mask doesn’t hide that problem, Joe.

      Its not that we are prejudiced against your Irish Catholic resolve.  It is not that we are afraid of your age.  It is not that we don’t appreciate all of the sacrifices that you have endured for our country.  We need a business and a wise and savvy negotiator in the White House.  America is deteriorating like South Jamaica was and Donald lifted it out of the slums and gave it life and vigor.   America is sick and Donald built the hospitals and Nursing homes that housed our aged and gave us jobs for our youth.  The world needs to see America care about itself, right now, so that it can do the same!  We love you Joe, but we are not voting for you in this election.  You are the past and we love the past, but we need a new future of self care and promise and not limericks and lyrics to encourage us while we sell our future to the highest bidder.

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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.