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chochiyo_samaAnother fairly non-productive day. This has to stop.
Again it was about 4 am before I could get to sleep. At about 3 am, I sorted through a Walmart bag of stuff I had hauled down here and put most of it away. Finally by 4 am, I was feeling sleepy enough to doze off.
I was up before 11 am today because Mom told me that Lily and Rhonda (my cousin, Lily's daughter) and Rhonda's daughter Rachelle were coming over today. So, I got up and got dressed. Mom had commented that the litterboxes were really stinky--which was to be expected since I had run out of litterbox deodorizer AND I needed to pour in some fresh litter. After I brushed my teeth, I cleaned the litterboxes thoroughly and even put some deodorizer into the pail where I put the nasty clumps. I need to buy some more of those baking soda refridgerator deodorizer to set in the furnace room as they absorb odors that are in the air.
The worst thing about the Lair of Despair is that there is no way to get fresh air to circulate through here. Everything is closed up tight to prevent the cats from escaping into the rest of the house. I keep the ceiling fan going all the time, but that just keeps the same old air moving. There is no screen on the window, so I cannot open it--bugs would get in and cats would get out.
I got my laundry folded but not put away before they arrived. I brought up my sewing box and we talked for quite a while. I finished the small pair of pajama shorts that I had started yesterday and then worked on the second "patriotic" shorts outfit. I am excited to see how this one turns out as I have altered the pattern significantly.
One of the things we talked about was the house we had lived in until I was in the third grade. That sucker was as haunted as it gets. We talked about the round globs of purplish light that drifted up the stairway (which was open at the top), making a strange noise that sounded like a combination of rubbing tissue paper between your fingers and the very faint sound of glass wind chimes tinkling. I remember lying in my bed at night and watching them drift slowly up the stairs, kind of undulating as the rose. It seemed like they sort of glimmered also. They'd turn at the landing, drift up just slightly and then disappear with a faint *pop* noise--like the sound you make when you press your lips together and then push them out.
We also talked about the attic there. When you would stand outside that door, you just got the creepiest feeling--like some big, ugly EVIL thing was crouching on the stairway behind the door, just waiting for you to open the door--waiting....and drooling. Sometimes that door would move forwards and backwards just slightly as if it were breathing. Scary stuff.
Then Rhonda told us something I had not heard about before. Several years ago, my cousin Lee died after bypass surgery on his heart. The surgery itself was successful--his body began healing at once, but somehow his brain was deprived of oxygen and he was declared brain dead. It was horrible as he was only 45 and he had five young daughters--the oldest was his stepdaughter, but she had been with him since she was a little girl. I think the youngest one was only 9 or 10. He was a great guy. He and my brother were very close.
Anyhow, Lee had been friends with some guy who had moved out to North or South Dakota--I don't remember what they said for sure. This guy had a daughter who is 11 now. She was probably 5 when Lee died. She remembers Lee, but not very well. Apparently Lee's spirit appeared to her recently and gave her messages for each of his daughters and his wife. The girl wrote everything down and then ran to her dad, white and shaking, to tell him what had happened. Rhonda thinks it is pretty legit because the girl was so young when Lee died and she had only rare and casual contact with him prior to his death that there was no way she would have remembered the pet names Lee had for each of his daughters. And the pet names were used in the messages.
The dad of this girl had not even thought of Lee in ages and ages, and there is really no reason that I can think of for them to make this up out of the blue. I believe things like this can happen--but I also believe that they do not happen very often. Rhonda said she couldn't understand why Lee would go to this girl rather than someone closer to the family. I said that not everyone can see and hear spirits. They have to be sensitive to them. Also, I think children have purer spirits that are not contaminated with all the worries and responsibilities that crowd the minds of adults. At any rate, the messages seemed to speak directly to the needs and personalities of his girls.
It's certainly something to think about.
Mom and I had tomatoes on toast and musk melon that Rhonda brought us from her garden for lunch after they left around 2 pm. Then we sat in the recliners in the living room for a while. Both of us fell asleep--and I woke up practically stifling in the heat. Those chairs are sort of a thick plushy fabric and it's sort of like being stuffed inside a giant teddy bear. Great in the winter, but not so great in the summer.
I decided to make a quick trip to the consignment shop as I had a check waiting for me there. It wasn't much, only $32.25, but that's at least enough to go to a movie or get a pizza or something. Or resupply my chocolate stash. I haven't had any chocolate for days. This is inhumane! When I got home, Mom and I went to the basement. She played on the computer and I sat in my recliner and sewed. We watched Hitch with Will Smith. I saw that movie in the theater and thought it was cute. I told her she should buy it back then, but she didn't want to because it had Will Smith in it and Jack for some reason was pissy about Will Smith...I think Will Smith is a cutie patootie--and I enjoy his acting also. I think she grudgingly enjoyed the movie. We had popcorn for supper. I love popcorn! And that was about it for the day. I thought I would write my journal entry now--maybe if I don't save it for the last thing I do at night, I will be able to get to sleep better. Though tonight, if I can't fall asleep in a reasonable amount of time, I am going to take some Nyquil. Tomorrow, I hope to make that chicken salad and also bake another batch of sugar cookies.
Again it was about 4 am before I could get to sleep. At about 3 am, I sorted through a Walmart bag of stuff I had hauled down here and put most of it away. Finally by 4 am, I was feeling sleepy enough to doze off.
I was up before 11 am today because Mom told me that Lily and Rhonda (my cousin, Lily's daughter) and Rhonda's daughter Rachelle were coming over today. So, I got up and got dressed. Mom had commented that the litterboxes were really stinky--which was to be expected since I had run out of litterbox deodorizer AND I needed to pour in some fresh litter. After I brushed my teeth, I cleaned the litterboxes thoroughly and even put some deodorizer into the pail where I put the nasty clumps. I need to buy some more of those baking soda refridgerator deodorizer to set in the furnace room as they absorb odors that are in the air.
The worst thing about the Lair of Despair is that there is no way to get fresh air to circulate through here. Everything is closed up tight to prevent the cats from escaping into the rest of the house. I keep the ceiling fan going all the time, but that just keeps the same old air moving. There is no screen on the window, so I cannot open it--bugs would get in and cats would get out.
I got my laundry folded but not put away before they arrived. I brought up my sewing box and we talked for quite a while. I finished the small pair of pajama shorts that I had started yesterday and then worked on the second "patriotic" shorts outfit. I am excited to see how this one turns out as I have altered the pattern significantly.
One of the things we talked about was the house we had lived in until I was in the third grade. That sucker was as haunted as it gets. We talked about the round globs of purplish light that drifted up the stairway (which was open at the top), making a strange noise that sounded like a combination of rubbing tissue paper between your fingers and the very faint sound of glass wind chimes tinkling. I remember lying in my bed at night and watching them drift slowly up the stairs, kind of undulating as the rose. It seemed like they sort of glimmered also. They'd turn at the landing, drift up just slightly and then disappear with a faint *pop* noise--like the sound you make when you press your lips together and then push them out.
We also talked about the attic there. When you would stand outside that door, you just got the creepiest feeling--like some big, ugly EVIL thing was crouching on the stairway behind the door, just waiting for you to open the door--waiting....and drooling. Sometimes that door would move forwards and backwards just slightly as if it were breathing. Scary stuff.
Then Rhonda told us something I had not heard about before. Several years ago, my cousin Lee died after bypass surgery on his heart. The surgery itself was successful--his body began healing at once, but somehow his brain was deprived of oxygen and he was declared brain dead. It was horrible as he was only 45 and he had five young daughters--the oldest was his stepdaughter, but she had been with him since she was a little girl. I think the youngest one was only 9 or 10. He was a great guy. He and my brother were very close.
Anyhow, Lee had been friends with some guy who had moved out to North or South Dakota--I don't remember what they said for sure. This guy had a daughter who is 11 now. She was probably 5 when Lee died. She remembers Lee, but not very well. Apparently Lee's spirit appeared to her recently and gave her messages for each of his daughters and his wife. The girl wrote everything down and then ran to her dad, white and shaking, to tell him what had happened. Rhonda thinks it is pretty legit because the girl was so young when Lee died and she had only rare and casual contact with him prior to his death that there was no way she would have remembered the pet names Lee had for each of his daughters. And the pet names were used in the messages.
The dad of this girl had not even thought of Lee in ages and ages, and there is really no reason that I can think of for them to make this up out of the blue. I believe things like this can happen--but I also believe that they do not happen very often. Rhonda said she couldn't understand why Lee would go to this girl rather than someone closer to the family. I said that not everyone can see and hear spirits. They have to be sensitive to them. Also, I think children have purer spirits that are not contaminated with all the worries and responsibilities that crowd the minds of adults. At any rate, the messages seemed to speak directly to the needs and personalities of his girls.
It's certainly something to think about.
Mom and I had tomatoes on toast and musk melon that Rhonda brought us from her garden for lunch after they left around 2 pm. Then we sat in the recliners in the living room for a while. Both of us fell asleep--and I woke up practically stifling in the heat. Those chairs are sort of a thick plushy fabric and it's sort of like being stuffed inside a giant teddy bear. Great in the winter, but not so great in the summer.
I decided to make a quick trip to the consignment shop as I had a check waiting for me there. It wasn't much, only $32.25, but that's at least enough to go to a movie or get a pizza or something. Or resupply my chocolate stash. I haven't had any chocolate for days. This is inhumane! When I got home, Mom and I went to the basement. She played on the computer and I sat in my recliner and sewed. We watched Hitch with Will Smith. I saw that movie in the theater and thought it was cute. I told her she should buy it back then, but she didn't want to because it had Will Smith in it and Jack for some reason was pissy about Will Smith...I think Will Smith is a cutie patootie--and I enjoy his acting also. I think she grudgingly enjoyed the movie. We had popcorn for supper. I love popcorn! And that was about it for the day. I thought I would write my journal entry now--maybe if I don't save it for the last thing I do at night, I will be able to get to sleep better. Though tonight, if I can't fall asleep in a reasonable amount of time, I am going to take some Nyquil. Tomorrow, I hope to make that chicken salad and also bake another batch of sugar cookies.
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The Old Farmhouse
Date: 2011-09-12 02:07 am (UTC)It is a shame as it is a beautiful big old farm house. It had the first indoor bathroom in Steele County and was built by my great grandfather. In its day, it was the best house in Steele County. Now, it is pretty much a shambles. I am sure it could be brought back, but who will do it? If I won the lottery I would buy it immediately and begin work on it at once.
Oh, that is a shame.
Date: 2011-09-12 02:54 am (UTC)I would love to buy a property like that and bring it back as long as it hasn't been bastardized. Neglected can be renovated. But once they cut it up and such, you have almost no way of knowing what was there, what it looked like or how to restore it.
At least if you won the lottery you'd probably be able to get it for a song for the condition it's in. Sounds like that couple will be losing it to foreclosure soon.