To the Erst While Child

Yesterday was a great day The Erst While Child  Graduated From College.
Here he is between the Footless Man and I.  He looks so handsome and grown up it breaks my heart.

Here he is in funny hat and dowdy dress and antique style clothing.  He always did have a style of his own.
you can watch his work

 and marvel at how much he can do.
So as a last thing to tell him because I can't tell him much, here is this;

--Mother to Son, Langston Hughes

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now --
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

It wasn't a crystal stair for him either.  Congratulations Child O Mine you done real good.
Love, Mom

Who is this really?

Yesterday was a culmination day for a project that I suddenly was told to do by Those I will call the Powers That Be shortened to PTB or The PA (public address system). 
one morning early (5:30 to be exact) as I was bumbling along to be with Friday's Child, (whom I stay with on Tuesdays and Fridays from 6 to 2) and thinking about a birthday bike ride and picnic for me and some other like minded ladies.
The PA switched in and informed me that I would be having this on a Sunday after my birthday.  They gave me a specific guest list and told me not only who to invite but what the subject of the meeting would be.  Not only that they told me how to facilitate the meeting.  I posted the invite I wrote earlier here.  As time went on it became obvious that The Powers were in charge, and I was not.  it came together like it was waxed.
Sunday the meeting/gathering/party happened.  It was amazing.  It was delightful.  It was warm and loving and heart felt all the way around.  Everybody came.  We brought delicious food.  We began to connect and to talk and then to laugh.  We have the beginnings of a community.  Now  When Shall We Eight meet again?  soon.  The PTB says so.