Sunday, June 4, 2023

War! What is it good for?

 The War of conscience!


The clouds swept in almost indistinguishable from the enormous sunshine that had monopolized the day.  It was surprising and consuming, the storm that ruled the night last night.

82 degrees my weather app recorded at about 3 oclock and it didn’t warn me in the least that a storm was brewing so quickly.  This kind of day reminds me of the part of Mary Poppins where the general warns Mr. Banks that there is a bit of heavy weather brewing at his residence.  The storm seemed to be just over the campus.  A bunch of dear young people were standing at the precipice of a catastrophe and we weren’t privy to their fall.  

I was stationed at the bar for the alumni reunion for the class of 2018.  I am glad I was, because I was completely unaware of the level of alcohol consumption of this age category.  My children may dabble, but I haven’t seen this much consumption since my parents’ and grandparents’ day.  In Moonlight bay the class of 1917 stuns their parents by all enlisting in the “great war”.  I knew many of them as educators and grandparents and they were many alcoholics, but I chalked that up to their having been so stressed with war in their youth.  Many died of their consumption of alcohol, young as Uncle Sonny that made Grandma Hanst go to her grave in grief or older in the eighties like Uncle Charles or Uncle Pat with monkeys on their backs so large that none of us could kill them, as much as we may have wanted to.

    Last night surprised me,   I fell in prayer love with these children whose silent cries in their alcohol consumption made me wonder at their social skills and why was this their hiding place from a room full of their peers.  You needn’t hide from your peers.  You needn’t be afraid, everybody is having the same problem and feeling of insecurity.  Alcohol cannot heal that emotional pain.  They won’t find that out for awhile, yet.
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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.