Lo, How A Summer Doth Fly

And so it was in the eighth month of the year of our Lord,
in the midst of days of running to and fro,
that summer did wax hot and the days long.
But although the days were long,
the months were short and soon it was to be
that school was almost upon us.

And the mother of the tribe of Eric, son of Dan
did as Lot’s wife, and looked back.
With wistful thinking, she pondered,
“Why is it that so many things remain undone?”
What of my plans for teaching new skills,
of guiding and prompting the tribe along in wisdom?
What of the days of sitting upon the river bank
and the dangling of feet with not a care?
Behold, were there not picnics planned which happened not,
also days of relaxation by the water with castles of sand,
and surely, all manner of things most splendid
of which little was accomplished.
It would seem as though we did blink,
and lo, the summer was past and gone.

July (18)

And so it was that the mother of the tribe
continued to look back and ponder
all her hopes, dreams, and plans for the summer,
for she once had a great many.
What became of the days she wished to spend
teaching, training and instructing her daughters
to further their culinary skills,
so as to work herself out of a job?
For lo, time was running out, school was approaching
and it would seem she had gotten nowhere, swiftly.

Madison bakes

There were a great and many other things left untaught,
such as sewing of dresses, canning of foods,
and the proper sorting of laundry and such deeds.
Yet it would seem the interest of her daughters
did not lie in such things, but rather
they fell prey to things such as the baking of all things sweet
and of painting, brushing, etching and sketching.
“Have I failed them again, these few short months?”

Reagan's art

And as the mother of the tribe of Eric, son of Dan
stepped back to survey the past summer,
she did moan and groan in her spirit
and was grieved to find that her son
was no more of a proper gentleman then he had been
when summer commenced in the fifth month.
Behold, the burping, farting, and jumping
seemed only to increase in strength and might
as quickly as did he through the summer months.
His love of teasing and tormenting did far exceed
his love of all things proper and mannerly.

And so it was for days without end,
that the “Battle of Siblings” was fought in full fury.
And though they wearied, yet the skirmish ended not,
for lo, there was not one among them who would
give in, give up, forget, or forgive.
And fraught with weariness of mind and body,
the mother of the tribe thought to call
the father of them all and beg and plead of him,
“Come hitherto, and hold up these arms of mine,
for they are weary from the separating of your children,
for surely I am rescuing them from the death of one another.”
And behold, a fine word from the father of the tribe
ended the never-ending battle, for such as time as this,
because he did take his son along to work the next day.
But the Mother knew in her heart of hearts
that as sure as the dawn breaks the darkness,
so it would begin again shortly and she pondered,
“Have I not taught, have they not heard,
have they not retained any such things of which I speak?”

D&R

And as her mind was tossed to and fro,
she looked back to conversations of yore
and was once again reminded by the wisdom of the aged.
For it was said of them over and over again,
“Make haste and enjoy the day at hand,
for surely there will come a day when all the children
of men will be departed from your tents
and all the apron strings will be torn asunder.
And lo, it shall be in that day that you will sigh unto yourself
and looking back, wistfully pine for these days.”
And she puzzled in disbelief as to how it would ever be so.

Wise words of old she knoweth not,
yet one thing she doth know for sure,
“Lo, how a summer doth fly!”
And so she purposed in her heart
to forget the work that waiteth at daybreak
and to take delight in the short days remaining
until the time of school was at hand.
And behold, she girded up her skirts,
waded into the fray and listening
to the sounds of the tribe
she wondered if maybe one day
she really would miss it.

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Mr. Nobody

We have a 7th person living with us
and he sure is a busy little guy!
Oh, the things Nobody does.

 Nobody let his dirty tissues lay on the end tables.

Nobody threw all the sofa pillows on the floor.

Nobody finished the bag of chips
and put it back in the pantry.

Nobody let his shoes right inside the door to be tripped over.

Nobody used the last bit of toilet paper and left it empty.

Nobody left his coat laying on the bench inside the door
instead of hanging it up.

Nobody ate the last cookie and left the bowl sitting empty
with the lid half open and crumbs on the floor.

blog 12-17-14
{Not everything on the list was this Nobody}

Nobody dropped his wet towel in a heap on the bathroom floor.

Nobody walked across the kitchen floor with muddy boots.

Nobody forgot to feed the dog.

Nobody cleaned out his backpack and left the crumbs
strewn across the kitchen.

Nobody opened cabinet door and left it standing wide.

Nobody didn’t get the books out, why should he put them away?

Nobody filled the trash can in the corner into a mountain
heaped with tissues.

Nobody ate cookies at the top of the steps
and left crumbs for Mom to step in.

Nobody brushed his teeth and left globs of toothpaste all over the sink.

Nobody took all the pillows off the couch in the basement.

Nobody used the pot and didn’t flush.

Nobody ate the candy from the wrappers behind the chair.

Nobody spread toys all over the basement floor.

Nobody cluttered the room with papers, pens, crayons, and markers.

It isn’t Nobody’s turn to pick up the game because he didn’t get it out.

Nobody left paper scraps and scissors laying for Little One to get.

It wasn’t me.

How about your house?
Does Mr Nobody live there too?
Is he just as busy?
And what all does he do?