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THE MIDDLE SCHOOL YEARS

As I mentioned on my New Year’s Day Post, my young friend Will has entered middle school.  As I said also, I will now begin a river of stories of these times.  Amen.  The first three months have been flat out warfare.  But I will begin with today.

For the first six months we, (his family) have tried to get  Will to invite a school friend home.  Know this:  We must help the middle school kid through an event such as this.  We were told this by a great Middle School Pro who spoke to us in the waning days of elementary school.   One must help them make friends.   Thus when the extra ticket to a Charlotte BOBCATS BasketBall Game surfaced, we helped (coaxed, pulled , demanded) Will present the family with two names  of school friends that he might ask to go along with him.   That was the end of his line.  When the time came to call, Will screamed, yelled, kicked,  exhibiting his total fear of making a social entreaty.  We made the call,  and his friend Ryan was most happy to join, and  within moments  Will was calling his GrandMother to let her know that he would be at the game with his best friend.

We then found out that Will’s friend’sDad was to go through chemotherapy today.  This morning we found out more about Ryan’s Dad.  He has been battling cancer for a while,  his family traveled to Texas over Thanksgiving and biked in a Lance Armstrong Benefit,  and I am awash in tears.  During these middle school years, when all seems amiss, life goes on, and tears for the whole of humanity overtake me.  I can not listen any longer to the politics against health care for all, I can not live with the divide.  But I will live.  Love Jeba the Hound

2010 arrives with fireworks at my window

How can one not be optimistic?  Resting and recreating in and from the cottages  at James Island Campground, Folly Beach, Clam and I retired early while our young friend Will enjoyed silly tv and his d-day board game with fellow friend, Skeet.  We roused ourselves to get up and out for the early 9:00 pm fireworks show, only to be pounded by the sounds of huge ammunition just outside out bedroom.   We found to our delight the fireworks rocketing about us, our cottages apparently very close to the  launch site.    From bed with the fireworks singing us to sleep, Happy New Year and to all a good night.  Love Jeba

PS,  More about Will this year.  He is in Middle School.

good morning waning winter

folly beach.  clam and I kayak and sleep in tandem.  amen.

CHRISTMAS BOOK and MOVIE UNDER THE TREE

I just watched Clam’s movie  ” Crab Cakes or Revenge of The Crustaceans” again, and  again  and was inspired by her remark, ” COC,Count on the Crabs, You can always Count on the Crabs.”   I find it uplifting to see such a progression in the lives of  Clam and the Crabs and their friends.  The Crabs, known for their unrelenting taunting of Me and my humble legs,  are also reliable and redeeming and  for no reason except, they,  like all of us have good qualities.  I very humbly would choose The Cloud The Clam The Comet and Jeba the Hound Of Renown as my book under the tree this year, and Clam’s movie,  ”Crab Cakes or Revenge of the Crustaceans” as my movie under the stars this year.   Best Wishes and Peace, Jeba the Hound

Friend on way to Copenhagen and The Climate Change Summit

The Climate Change Summit in Copenhagen this week to receive Little Shiva.

Making Hyacinth Bowls for friends and me and Clam. love jeba

Found these at the Salvation Army.  Brought out my utility sink for washing.

Dirt Mixture, peat, perlite, compost

The Bulbs are beautiful and now ready to be covered with Dirt, then watered, then wait.

Glassware Washing

December

Two women next to me   weeping    I have one     finds  folded kleenex in bag     other  gets a call    excuse me    oh,  it is because you know, it is World Aids Day, and it always brings up        the same echo  and the the other reverberates    to her too      it is World Aids Day   dabbing   I am in the Salvation Army on Central Avenue     scouting out  glass  container oddities  to force  hyacinth bulbs in,   for Christmas    and  for winter gardening and for gifts to give if  someone drops in, like the two  are giving me a gift because I happened to drop in and  I got to be part of the day too .  Clam liked the vases and we start the hyacinths  on World Aids Day, December First 2009.  After winter we will pack the bulbs in peat moss and store them in our root cellar and they will lie dormant until next year when the might multiply also.

Love Jeba the Hound

November

Flock of blue jays jumble.  The light slants inward.   The kitten’s fur luxes. The dog’s fur whitens.   I begin search for a new robe.  Lux November.

Settle.  The Day of The Dead Week.  The ones that have lived. Love Jeba

Little Shiva Flash  Ode to the Atmosphere of Time that is November.

Ode to the atmosphere of time

Week for Day of The Dead

junepaw, mama gray, Granddaddy, soldiers coming home, add yours all week in celebration and sorrow and  simpleness.  love jeba