Give Mother Goose an inch?

These days it seems to be Mother Goose on guard, in my case. The last season it was Mother Robin who was checking on my emotional status, she is in charge of dispair and helpless times. Now it is Mother Goose who checks up on the aggression and antagonism season.
At least, it looked like she was there to check on me yesterday morning, dropping Elyse at her job. Selfless service, she attempts to cackle into my mind. Selfless service is one of my antidotes to contention. Why do you fuss so much? It doesn’t take all that, she says to me. Look, setting a good example is 50% of the process, at least. This morning, it was about food choices. You have a real cow when they take the longest distance between 2 points; as if humans were born with laws of physics in their hearts and minds. I hear you bantering that into your fledgelings: the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. I find that walking them through the straight lines is more efficient or effective in teaching others, than the cackling and worrying, which is what I see you doing.
Six geese were with her of the group, were down from the sky and traversing on the ground to check my countenance on the way to work. I am your claim handler on this mushmouth claim. Mother said. You are showing that frowny face again. Do I need to come into this car and peck you on the nose to show your face to your family? You human mothers are so funny, you think that, because your seasons are longer than ours for childrearing that you can get away with grumpiness. She covered her little one’s ears when she even said grumpiness to me. I don’t even let my children hear that word. My husband and I spell any mean words that we need to say. The season of rearing is too short to waste it in sour tones and sour tastes.
Her point was well taken.

Proverbs 17;27.He who has knowledge spares his words, And a man of understanding is of a calm spirit.
28.Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; When he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive

We went the wrong way and hit traffic! ACHHHHHH!

13 geese and Mother Goose came to rebuke me again. She is quite the butinski these days, with me. I told you to stop telling your husband what to do. You are such a bossyboots. What do you expect? He is neither a mother nor a goose, give him some slack. I wanted to lambaste right into him. I told you that a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush. What is that supposed to mean she said, Wing on hip. You would never understand Mother Goose. You are a goose, but I appreciate the sentiment.

She reminded me that the 13th gosling gets a kick out of standing in line. Look at my 13th. I don’t! All 13 of the geese flew in a straight line to calm me down. Lateness is not a character flaw for geese, we are always on time. Timing is our best quality. This is a goose joke, it is over your husband’s head. I did everything that I could not to laugh about it. I would probably be late. I had suggested, we go the other way, to no avail and here I was sitting in the obviously inevitable traffic jam. Nobody understood but Mother Goose. She said we have got to give mommy a laugh in the traffic. She was yelled at by dad this morning and she was accused of trying to boss him. She needs a laugh. I am glad that they always understand.

Everynight at about 1 am Mr. Opossum

walks across the street in Davidson to visit his sweety. He is off white and brown and waddles as he walks to the beat of a song that he is singing to his precious. She has dinner on the table when he gets there. Usually some sumptuous delectible that they enjoy under the light of the moon. They enjoy listening to the crickets in their last chirps of the night as they whisper sweet nothings to one another and he gets ready for his happy saunter back across the street home. Pop Possum is always watching their engaging glances at one another with his shotgun at arms distance. He protects his babygirl with everything and Mr. Possum is saving his money for the day that he can pop the question. Until then it delights his heart to spend just a few hours in the presence of the love of his life.
I see him every night when I pass there. Love is in the bushes of Davidson.

Mother Goose and Posse come to 'Buke Me!

The sun was bright, in spite of the clouds and dusk of the day. I had sent the ladies in to buy their sundries and they were awefully time taking in their shopping time for these necessities. I can’t bear the store for longer than 5 or ten minutes, tops. I get antsy, to say the least. I had past my pacing time. I had past my grumbling time. I had past just about every emotional publicly acceptable show of anger that I was enduring. The geese had heard me. They are the nosiest birds and are always peeping over my emotional shoulder.
Mommy, they yelled, we were waiting for you at the park. Why are you standing outside sweating Elyse like that. She can’t hear you. Then they started calling Elyse. Elyse. Your mommy is sweating you, it’s hot out here. Mother Goose herself led the entire family to tell me that I am completely out of order getting on Elyse’s case for something so very stupid. You told her you were going to the park. I brought my children there to meet you and you changed your mind. What is up with that?
I stood reproved. It was hot. Go and have her paged. I can do that? Yep! You better not yell at her, do you hear me( wing on hip or tail). I walked in there and had her paged and you know what? She didn’t even answer me. When I came outside the whole goose family was gone. I couldn’t even yell at Mother Goose or the goslings for the pain in the neck.