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SIGHT WORDS

SIGHT WORDS

WARNING: This post contains strong language and may use words that may be unsuitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion advised.

 

If you have read some of my posts, you know that my family and particularly my grandchildren often provide the inspiration for my writing.

You might remember Cameron and I sitting on the deck making fart noises into our walkie-talkies; or him telling me that “when I am not alive anymore, he wants my truck;” or the evening I was tucking him into bed after Christmas when he asked poignantly “Pop Pop, why didn’t Santa bring me a tuba?”

 

Then there was Christian providing me the profound “Everybody in Hollywood farts;” or the beating I took with his dramatic “Pop Pop, I haven’t seen you in years and years;” or the Easter Pageant when asked which part did his friend play and he said, “He was Matthew the cash register.” (But I think he meant tax collector).

 

This week it was Christian again who provided some comic relief and writing inspiration.

Christian, who is now in the first grade, attends Hollywood Hills Elementary School in Hollywood, Florida.  This is his first year in an actual live classroom.

After school he attends the Hollywood Hills United Methodist Church Pre School and After School program.  He has been attending this school for a few years now.

This week, he volunteered his time at the church aftercare program to provide some free classes.  His first class he offered was MAP CLASESS.  They were offered at 3:15 ESTERN to 4:00 PM on WENDSDAY & FRIDAYs. And he offered an area where you could SiAN UP HERE but he cautioned “DON’t CROSS the City BORDERS” and to “ASK Christian BEFORE SIANING UP.”

As you can see clearer in this second photo his sign-up white board was displayed prominently on an easel in the church.

 

Christian loves maps and loves tracking hurricanes on his maps and drawing maps as well.  I still have some drawings on my refrigerator from Christmas 2019, the last time he was at my house.

 

But it was the second class he offered this week that gained the most attention.

Those would be his Sh*t WORD CLASESS for grades K – 1 offered on TUESDAY ThURSDAY & FRiDAYS.

After some research it was learned that his intention was to have classes for Sight Words for grades K – 1, but innocently, of course, misspelled Sight as Shit.

I have to admit, I don’t know sh*t about what “sight words” are…I had to look it up.

But I do know some sh*t words!

 

Wouldn’t we all want to be holding a class on Sh*t words?

 

I can just imagine my class:

 

“Okay class, today’s word is “Sh*tshow.”  Would anyone like to volunteer to use the word sh*tshow in a sentence?”

“OOO” “OOO” (Bobby raising hand and waving excitedly).

“Okay Bobby, what is your sentence?”

“This Congress is a real “Sh*tshow!”

“Now, now Bobby, you know we don’t like to talk politics in this class.”

Bobby, thinking to himself “it’s about sh*t words…how do you not talk about politics?”

“Well okay then, how about ‘this class is a real “sh*tshow!’  “And not only that, you are a real “Sh*thead.”

“Very good Bobby! You will get extra credit for using two “Sh*t” words in your presentation!”

“Now class, before I lose my “Sh*t”…would anyone like to talk about maps?”

 

I would like to thank the Hollywood Hills United Methodist Church Pre and After School teachers for not correcting or removing Christian’s white board ad and encouraging his efforts.

 

I am very proud of all my grandsons; Cameron, Christian, and Ethan and I would encourage and support them in whatever venture they would like to pursue.

Yup, I am one proud Pop-Pop.

 

And that ain’t no bullsh*t.

 

Postscipt:

By the way that school photo of Christian above is hot off the press and received just today.

Feet Faddish Two

Feet Faddish Two

It’s a Saturday morning and I am in a strange place.

I am not in a McDonald’s drive-thru, or waiting for my eggs and bacon at “The Café” in Laurel View Village where Kim’s mom lives, or sitting at the table watching the tide come in, while my mother is in the kitchen making me a pork roll and egg sandwich.

What is this place?

It’s your house, you moron…

It is?

It is my house.

Yes it is!

It is a Saturday morning and I am home?

It feels so strange.

Kim is out walking.

But before she left I asked her, “is this maybe the third time this summer we have been home on a weekend?”

But wait, it’s not even summer anymore.

It’s the fall.

Where did summer go?

The last time I sat under the palm tree, the first Feet Faddish, it was July 13, 2019, and I had just opened up the pool.

Today is September 25, 2021, and the pool I bought in the spring is still in the box in the shed.

 

But here I am having coffee under the palm tree that has grown a bit since I last sat under it.

For the first time since we have lived here, we didn’t buy any new plants for the gardens this year.

The banana trees grew big again, and Kim harvested some lemon balm and elderberries for her potions.

But other than cutting the grass, we did nothing.

We haven’t been here.

But not today!

“Oh but anyway, Toto, we’re home! Home! And this is my palm tree, and this is my backyard, and I am not going to leave here ever again!”

Well, let’s not get too carried away.

I am just going to enjoy the day.

Banana trees
the back yard
my palm tree
You Are My Sunshine

You Are My Sunshine

This has really been an emotional day.

My cousin Debbie has a daughter named Mallory who is very talented and sings for a living.  Earlier this summer Mallory posted a video of her singing with my Aunt Joan, Mallory’s grandmother while visiting with her at her assisted living facility in Florida.

The song they sang was “You Are My Sunshine.”

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away”

It was special.

At the very end of that video, my aunt says something I didn’t hear the first time I watched it.

“Unfortunately He did, He did. Yup.”

Take her sunshine away.

Likely she was referring to the loss of her husband, my Uncle Theodore, in 1982 at the young age of forty-nine.

Kim and I finally got around to sharing that video with my mother just recently.  I have mentioned this before, but my Aunt Joan, my mother, and my father are the last of that generation of my family.

I am with my mother again this weekend and I watched this video again this morning.

It was even more special today I think.

 

This is such an emotional day for all of us on many levels.

If you are of any age to be able to remember the events of 20 years ago, you remember the detail of that day and the days following and how it played out in your own life.

I was walking up the back stairs of our Rockville, Maryland office that morning when Alexa called from her University of Maryland dorm room to say a plane had struck one of the Twin Towers.  While on the phone and discussing the probable unfortunate aviation accident the other tower was hit while Alexa was watching live.

No unfortunate aviation accident.

I remember in the days that followed, watching the TV as the aftermath unfolded with Donny, and how he was all fired up to join the military and go off to fight terrorists at the age of fourteen.

I can remember a time of national time of prayer that occurred in the days following when all houses of worship opened their doors in the middle of a weekday for a time of prayer.  I dipped into a very large mostly African American church in the Landover, Maryland area where I was working that day and prayed with many others in a packed sanctuary as a nation united and grieved together.

I can remember not being able to buy an American flag anywhere in the large territory I covered at the time. The American flags were all sold out.

Now twenty years later I watch the ceremonies, hear the names read, listen to the personal stories, watch the video of the attacks, and I am reminded just how much sunshine was taken away in a literal and spiritual sense

 

This September 11, 2021, will be memorable for me because I got to see my dad for the first time in a couple of weeks.  After a week or so in the hospital with no visitors, my dad was finally admitted to a short-term rehab facility in Easton yesterday.  So today my mother got some clothes together for him and she and I went up to visit.  We were advised that due to Covid, we would only be able to speak to him through the glass, okay we thought, they have a room with a glass partition.  Once we got there however we were unable to even enter the building, handing off my dad’s clothes to a worker, as we received our instructions on how we could find his room and wave at him from outside the window of his room, standing out in the grass.

It was very sad.

It’s not going to be a good memory for me.

 

But I guess this day in these times is just going to be sad any way you turn it around.

 

It’s sad, that only twenty years after this tragic day in history that united our country, we maybe stand to be the most divided in 150 years or so.

We are divided by a virus.

We are divided by masks and vaccines.

In some cases, we are divided by miles, and in other cases just feet.

We are divided from our loved ones by the window we get to wave at them through from outside. Like visiting your human at the zoo.

We are divided by race.

We are divided by politics.

We are divided by the cable news station we choose to watch or not watch.

Divided, by the Godly and the un-Godly.

We have those who display the flag, those that would never, and those who are afraid to.

 

Yet in spite of this division, we all share the reality that in life there will be death, and with death grief.

 

We all have had or will have our sunshine taken away at some points along the journey.

 

Maybe we need another national day of prayer to unite.

Maybe some resolution of this virus to at least allow loved ones to know we are there.

Maybe we need…I don’t know…

God maybe.

 

I do know we have enough sadness.

 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away

 

He did, and He does, and that is reason enough to believe and to be united.

Because we need each other.

To restore our sunshine when it’s needed.

 

Postscript:

The song You Are My Sunshine according to what I could find on the internet was released in 1939 by songwriter Paul Rice.  Apparently, Rice sold the lyrics to Jimmie Davis and Charles Mitchell for $35 and in 1940, Davis recorded the song and it became an instant country music hit.

Check out Mallory Moyer at https://www.facebook.com/TheMalloryMoyer

The photo above is of the sunshine being taken away on the eve of 9/11/2021.

My sunshine fading away on 9/11/2021