The rainy days and meeting the new goose family....for Addison

Well, little Addy this is the second day of the rainy week here in Charolotte, NC.  The goslings are now well equip with lots of beach gear, now that it is a regular thing to have water play, everyday.   They have a floater and a beach ball and they wake up squawking to get in the water.  Mother Goose has to help them to calm down and eat their breakfast.  If it were up to them they wouldn’t even eat breakfast.  They would just jump out of their trundle bed on the roof of our building, into the new pond that is there.  I hope that they are not too disappointed next week when the water is all gone.

For the time being the little goslings are entertained from morning to night in the water of our newly made pond.  My babies at the daycare are just the opposite.  They are upset that the wetness keeps them inside.  When we do go outside we must be careful of the wildlife leftovers from their water play.  They are not a very neat family.  Their mommy does her best to make them clean up behind themselves, but they often forget to do even the most important of things like washing and using the potty.   We have to clean up behind them or the babies cannot go out there.

I am sure that you and Chacha don’t forget to use the potty or wash your hands, like the geese do.  Do you?  

4/27

Addison, sweetie,

It has been a whole day since the torrents that were upon us have dried and Mother Goose took no time off to dry her own feathers.  It was time for the goslings to start their studies.  She brushed and combed their feathers and placed them on their very best behavior to get them ready for the school bus to pick them up this morning.

The bus came on time and Jenny was afraid of the fog that engulfed our little town.  Her mommy spanked her sharply and took no back talk from her little ones about their education.  I had always heard that the geese were a strict breed of bird, but even I was crying at the severity of Mother goose and the tone she took with them.   No one will accuse this goose family of being backward and “hootenanny”.  That was all she said and she placed the three of them on that bus to school.   Jenny goose was sobbing all the way.  She sat next to another female goose and they became the swiftest of friends and her fear of the fog and upsetment with Mother gooses spanking became a quiet memory for the fun she was starting to have…

I saw Aunt Lorraine on cloud duty!

She told me some jokes that only we could have shared. I remembered her fondly and considered our sweet moment of reminiscing and advice a dear part of the mystic sweet communion that I hadn't ever even thought to have enjoyed, through eternity. We talked, somewhat about the anticipation of the improvement of our family, with the same old song of our masculine love of that personality and how it develops. I miss her much and I didn't realize how much until today.

"A Log for the birds!"

Elusive to me, was this task. My birds were nagging and wondering how I could sit on this bag of seed for months, without having even thought about their cold and hunger.

My excuse in February was that it was in the 70s for weeks and I thought that the insects and sprouts that came out were enough for the birds. I also had found this recipe for a log, using gelatin and I was planning to use it.

I had compiled the ingredients, some of which took some thinking. I nearly always have gelatin of somesort. I thought about using an expired box of banana gelatin, that I didn't care for. How would that look to my friends? Now think about it. I may still use that in a later project for them. I am not that fastidious with my friends as you might have thought. I imagined myself using a pringles container or one of the sundry coffee containers for the log. The time and the container were the most illusive of the ingredients of the project. Yesterday was the day and your fathers old coffee cup from our trip to Evie was the container. {He keeps coffee for days and sips it and I was determined that 3 days of old coffee was more than enough tolerance, on my part.}Here it is. My first attempt and just after Purim a gift for my little friends in the neighborhood, what do you think?

Personal visitations are amazing watching little ones!

Many times the children walk around or sit with someone else looking at them. They interact and talk to this other person in a game or in a conversation and I am not privy to it. Yesterday, it happened to Yousif. He was standing by the door and offering his ball to someone very tall. He kept trying to give it to someone. He is a thrower and doesn't hold the ball and offer it to anyone. He was talking to the person and was enthralled and enchanted, like I am not able to enthrall him. I assumed a masculine character, from the engagement. He came away from the interaction with a look of determination and understanding. He looked like he had found his good purpose on this earth. Each of my sons have had numerous escapades, like this. This is the first one that I have been in the room for with a boy. I guess I had assumed that girls were more prone to imagination on this sort and left it at that. My boys, I thought were mirroring their mother. Yesterday convinced me that the interaction between earth and heaven is more who is praying for the children and less about whether they are male or female.

I want to make a mental note if it is related to the ides of March or a special occasion or an everyday thing. I am not sure. It certainly doesn't happen everyday.

Can real peace come through thinking?

I do love our Kevin Sier for making us think and immortalizing this national treasure that we've lost! God bless America!

Two Pi's equal one M!

I really enjoyed the beauty of the fully clouded sky today. It was as though all of the Pi got together and covered our entire region. The beauty of the starstudded night sky of last night bloomed into a promising storm of some type of "precip" to come. Our sky seems to be recouperated from the loss of our great NC hero making it to his eternal home. Seems the devil doesn't even know where to go to find someone to try to tackle, as he did our Billy{Graham}.

I imagined talking to Aunt Glo this morning. Elyse and I had such a laugh about it. It is just like she came to me when we lived up the block. She said, I am doing a play of the book of Daniel and we have only women to work with. It is very hard. I laughed with her that it would be. She said you are the only one that can understand the dilemma. Nobody else I know has read the book of Daniel and seen that there are only men in the main roles. The ladies are taking it on the chin, she assured me and we are having loads of fun. I am trying to use my connections to scare up a few men in the neighborhood to enter with us so it won't be such a bore for my ladies. I was in tears in that conversation.

Well I watched Anything Goes with Bing Crosby for the first time last night. I said Aunt Glo must have cast Zizi for the role of the Lord of the Dance for Billy's Homecoming party. Elyse and I were in stitches to think about it!

I said, if that is who she cast, there must be just as few men in heaven?

Well, It was certainly more extravagant than the Macy's Parade

The morning sky gave no indication that it was going to be so amazing this morning. I nearly started to cry at the spectacular balloonlike cloud formation. I knew that my men couldn't relate, so I simply tried to call their attention to the wonders in the sky. I tried to get them to focus on something other than the screens and the road and their own concerns. They amazingly accomodated me and didn't mock my skygazing, like they usually do.

I saw all kinds of different formations moving slowly and close to our ground, but not filled with water, just white and puffy. As we got close to the city, there was a lionlike formation that had something round in front of it and the sunshine on it gave a rainbow effect on it. So very beautiful. I saw so many, that I simply can't recount what they all were. When we got to Charlotte the entire sky was filled with different balloonlike forms. I felt privileged to see the beauty of the celebration of a great man who had given his life and that Heaven was weeping with us at our loss and we were rejoicing with Heaven at its gain of such a testimony of victory and overcoming for Jesus! Halleluia, What a Savior!