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Hey ladies, where y'all goin'?
Hey ladies, where y'all goin'? Today on FB , there was a video of a bunch of little girls all gussied up with sunglasses and coverups over their bathing suits, strutting down a hotel corridor. I loved their sass. One was wearing a tutu. All of them wore sunglasses. They struck poses all the way down the hallway, whipping off their glasses, shoulders and hips jutting. Damn. Remember when you were that unselfconscious.? When yourself was just so utterly perfect that you could sweep through a hotel lobby on the way to the pool and the world would turn and smile, maybe even applaud? I do, I remember that. When you could run forever, when trees were places you sat in to read, when a slip of a moon made your stomach tumble, when your skin smelled of sunshine, dirt, orange popsicles. Orange was the only color I ate. My neighbors to the left have three . They are all very intelligent, incredibly articulate. The family came home while the grandparents went back to Haiti to run their mission there. My bedroom window is next to their backyard. I spy on them. Last summer the oldest decided to cut lawns for money, the middle started her own baking company. The baby is now 4. We had discussions about contracts, due dates, accounts payable. I look forward to what they will do a full year later. Now that the little guy has learned to stand up to his big brother, I overheard this the other day Big: give it to me Little: it’s mine Big: I said give it to me Little: You are not a good brother to me Big: give it to me Little: that means you should be kind Big: snatches whatever it is Little: I’m telling Papa Big: tattle tale Little: thief Who has that talk like that? My neighbors do. I wanted to tell Sam but I just couldn’t. who wants to be the old lady next door who snoops, right? And the , she’s a warrior, I have seen her fall off her bike, say “ow” in this nonchalant voice and take off running at full speed so she won’t miss out on something that could be happening. I love the noise they make. It brings such life through my window. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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obligatory comment You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Hanging upside down from the monkey bars in a dress and not caring that your underpants were showing. I'll take the grape popsicle, please. Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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I'd like the cherry popsicle. Playing softball in the field with the older kids until it was too dark to find the ball... I envy you those neighbor kids...what fun that must be. My neighbor kids, in the apartment below, tend to scream and yell, and most afternoons it sounds like there is a cage match going on in the room below my office. "Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black
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I love overhearing kids when they think no adults are listening! Unfortunately MY neighborhood kids learn from their parents so their "play" is nothing but fighting and cursing.... at elementary school age.
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Tattle tale! On a recent episode of This American Life they talked about a kindergarten classroom where one of the dads volunteered to install a "tattle phone". Because apparently kids want to tattle all day long - it was huge timesaver for the teacher to just tell them 'go tell the tattle phone'. The recordings were hilarious.
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Playing Kick the Can and using Gloria's kitchen to make cookie messes- yep I could do that again. And I love grape (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Hey Darlin, .........Youthful Innocence is a Beautiful thing,......... Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
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Thanks for sharing a great story about what happens next door, got to love kids outside playing and having fun, and out of the mouths of babes right.. I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend..
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4/20/2019 1:15 am |
Reliving. There is a sadness in ihat little argument, ,,, but that, is another discussion.
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Busy. Great story. Happy Easter. Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Go ahead and be Mrs, Kravitz! The kids will remember you for the rest of their lives. When I was a kid, we had the Raatz brothers (yes, sounds like it's spelled), two cranky old assholes who would curse us as we rode bikes past their hovel on the corner, keep whatever baseballs we accidentally knocked into their yard, and shoot daggers with their rheumy old eyes. I don't remember nearly as clearly the names or 'features' of any other older folks in the neighborhood.
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Hiya McW, hope ye're weel m'dear!
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5/16/2019 8:10 pm |
I love this post. Thanks. Reminds me of a favorite: Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark. And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all Shining, it was Adam and maiden, The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise. And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways, My wishes raced through the house high hay And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs Before the children green and golden Follow him out of grace. Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas
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My 19 and 21 year olds get very embarrassed by me and my confident silly self. I am turning into that old lady who just doesn't fucking care if I shock, offend or amuse. As a child I was none of those things. I was cowardly and shy. I love how you observe the world around you. Hugs
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