Nothing to report in the spooky department. Some days are more active than others. I have to remind myself that a man in the 1800's died of sepsis in what is now our bedroom. He was out hunting when his rifle discharged and struck him in the leg. After the leg was amputated it got infected. He was only forty five. He left a wife and 5 children. He seems to be very nice, if that his him making the noises.
I kid you not. My 18 year-old daughter came downstairs very upset. Apparently, while she slept, and I'm not sure how, the eyebrow, the right one, is half gone and only stubble remains. We can't find it. I mean how do you look for a missing eyebrow. Under the couch? I told her that maybe it found a better face to live on. And the saga begins...
Things quieted down since I wrote my last blog. The sounds of a normal home, a very old home, continue on--not bothering me in the least. A few days ago, however, I was once again in the kitchen and heard it. It was not as loud as before; this was more golf ball sized balls falling and rolling. We don't live near a golfing range, (much to the chagrin of my hubby,) so I debunked that one pretty quick. Next, I guess, I'll be hearing the sound of bowling balls above my head and a voice calling out...strike! I didn't even bother telling anyone about this because I think they worry about me as it is, and to add my list of ball incarnations would send them over the top and I'll be sporting a jaunty little straight jacket. So...last night I went to bed early while Marty watched television. I read a little and then turned off the lights, called my dog to my side, he doesn't snore like someone who shall not be mentioned, and closed my eyes. Then, crap, I heard noises coming from the attic. Not normal attic noises like we blow off, but kind of a loud therump, three times. After that the same sound came from the room across from mine. I also heard a knock the end of my bed. I try to show them no fear and ignored whatever it was and fell asleep. Not too exciting I guess. But all very true.
We have lived in our century home for five-ish years now and I never had a ghostly experience. I'm always aware that most old homes make weird noises-knocks and pings-and I can usually debunk any noise very easily. The house settling, a cat rubbing against a squeaking door, the dogs running up and down the stairs, but what happened the other day, I can not explain. I was alone in the kitchen making meatloaf when I heard what sounded like a heavy, large ball fall right above my head and then heard it roll some distance. Right after that rolling stopped, it happened again. Same sound, ball being dropped and then rolling. When it happened the third time, I washed my hands and sat in one of the chairs in the kitchen. I looked up to where the sound was coming from and told the ghost that we had an agreement when we first moved in that it would not scare me and I would not bring in a group of paranormal investigators to bother them. I couldn't believe I had heard those noises and I couldn't believe I was negotiating with a ghost. These noises were loud and frightening, but just like the stupid girl goes exploring to find out what the heck a noise is in the movies, I too called myself stupid as I walked up my stairs. I told it that this was my house and i wasn't going to be scared in my home. I brought my phone and my purse downstairs.-in the event of a quick get-away. The noise stopped and I hope it doesn't happen again.
Jody had the misfortune of breaking her ankle. The only available apartment to convalesce in is a derelict mansion just outside of town. The tenants prefer to keep to themselves except when sneaking strange dolls into her rooms. Suffering from loss of memory after a horrific event destroyed her biological family, Jody clutches at straws trying to find out who she is and why some people in the house leave her clues to get out or get murdered. Find out if Jody regains her memory, what happened to her family and who among her friends, is actually her enemy, working to see her killed.
The mind wanders when sitting on the beach. One of my new books was brought about by such a wandering mind. It's a little racier than I'm used to, but it was actually a lot of fun to write. He's a merman and she's a sunbather. Let
your imagination take it from there. lol
My daughter got these roses from her boyfriend. I simply thought they looked pretty in my blue vase.
My best friend called and asked me if I'd make her granddaughter a little dress up outfit for Christmas. I mentioned I used to have a Belle, (from Beauty and the Beast) costume but wasn't sure what I'd done with it. I told her the story of when my oldest was making her first communion, my three-year-old was fit to be tied that she didn't get to wear a pretty dress to church, too. She ran to the dress up box and pulled out the Belle costume and put it on. Now we're talking a full on gold lame dress, with tiara and matching shoes. She cried and insisted she wasn't leaving the house unless she was wearing it. Now what's a good mother to do...
I yelled for everyone to get in the car because we were late. I stuffed my three-year-old into her car seat whilst wearing the puffy dress and off we headed for church. Some may say I made a bad judgement call in the parenting arena, and I couldn't agree more. But, by that point I was a shell of a woman and let her have her way. I did, however, put my foot down when she wanted a gold lame first communion dress when her time came.
I'm finally happy because I've learned to let go of yesterday and to embrace the here and now:
One of the happiest moments in life
Is when you find the courage to let
Go of what you can’t change.
When we bought jet skis, the last thing I imagined was taking the dang blasted things out with just my daughter. Where was Daddy to hook the trailer up to the little knobby thing on the back of the truck? Where was he when the dang things needed to be backed up into the boat launch and where was he when they needed unhooked and pushed into the water? He was at work, that's where he was. May and I did it. What a great feeling it was. We are women, hear us roar. May told me we could do it, and I believed her. It feels good to be pushed out of one's comfort zone. I'm proud of the amazing kid I'm raising into being a woman who can do all things. The thing is, we never told Marty or anyone else for that matter, that we had lots of help from the fisherman at the boat launch. That is all.
I live, work, love, laugh, create, write and cry in Ashtabula, Ohio with my precious family, friends and customers. I am blessed abundantly each day I wake with the awareness that life is an adventure to be treasured. Go hug a tree, dammit!