Day 26 part 2 - real ghost - not a letter to Mom
Okay, many won't believe this but I really don't care. It happened and Jackie can attest to my reaction (although she didn't hear it).
First, let me get the little stuff out of the way. We began taking down the holiday decorations. We rehung sheets across the family room to enclose heat, make it easier to heat just a small part of the house and use as little natural gas or electricity as possible. We need to hunt down some newspapers to pack things away. I was thinking earlier that we had gotten almost through the season without breaking an ornament.
Guess what happens. Bingo! The blanket hung up to trap the heat in caught a decorative piece and I was on the wrong side of the blanket to catch it. Crash. Rats.
Went and did some errands and wandered through Hobby Lobby. You know I'm in something of a depression when nothing there sparks a creative streak into action.
Okay the weird stuff.
Set up: I sit in my chair (nicely broken in with an additional special pillow for my tail and one for my back and I work at my computer and can watch tv. I have a wireless keyboard on a lapboard across the arms of the chair. Computer desk next to me, monitor at an angle where I can work easily.
I posted on the blog earlier, hitting a little of the angst I've felt off and one since Mom left. Jackie was outside having a cigarette and reading a book (too darn cold if you ask me).
Ten minutes after I posted the blog entry, I was eating the 2nd half of a SMALL Five Guys burger (a small one can provide me with two meals) and watching Chicago while working on the computer (I'm talented like that). I heard moaning. I thought Jackie was maybe playing or talking to the dog. I heard it again. Okay, that was weird. Not in the usual vocabulary of play sounds with the dog. Then again and it sounded like Jackie had fallen or something and couldn't get up. Considering she was in robe and slippers, it was possible she tripped or something.
I tossed my plate onto my desk, tossed the keyboard aside and dashed for the door. I get the door open and step outside and Jackie's reading her book. Huh?
"Did you call or yell?" I asked her and she said she hadn't. I frowned and looked around. I asked if she had heard moaning and she hadn't. I guess I looked puzzled and she got up and followed me back in.
Then it hit me what the noise had been or at least sounded like. It sounded like Mom when she was sick or had fallen and was trying to get our attention. Or when she was in bad pain and would turn over.
I'll admit I was hit hard. I stumbled to the sofa and choked out what had just crossed my mind to Jackie and she was hugging me when her phone rang in her room. I heard her offering to help someone anyway she could and then offer to make phone calls and exchanged emails with someone. She came back out into the living room and said she had been on the phone with her birth sister. Jackie's birth mother entered hospice today.
Wow.
First, let me get the little stuff out of the way. We began taking down the holiday decorations. We rehung sheets across the family room to enclose heat, make it easier to heat just a small part of the house and use as little natural gas or electricity as possible. We need to hunt down some newspapers to pack things away. I was thinking earlier that we had gotten almost through the season without breaking an ornament.
Guess what happens. Bingo! The blanket hung up to trap the heat in caught a decorative piece and I was on the wrong side of the blanket to catch it. Crash. Rats.
Went and did some errands and wandered through Hobby Lobby. You know I'm in something of a depression when nothing there sparks a creative streak into action.
Okay the weird stuff.
Set up: I sit in my chair (nicely broken in with an additional special pillow for my tail and one for my back and I work at my computer and can watch tv. I have a wireless keyboard on a lapboard across the arms of the chair. Computer desk next to me, monitor at an angle where I can work easily.
I posted on the blog earlier, hitting a little of the angst I've felt off and one since Mom left. Jackie was outside having a cigarette and reading a book (too darn cold if you ask me).
Ten minutes after I posted the blog entry, I was eating the 2nd half of a SMALL Five Guys burger (a small one can provide me with two meals) and watching Chicago while working on the computer (I'm talented like that). I heard moaning. I thought Jackie was maybe playing or talking to the dog. I heard it again. Okay, that was weird. Not in the usual vocabulary of play sounds with the dog. Then again and it sounded like Jackie had fallen or something and couldn't get up. Considering she was in robe and slippers, it was possible she tripped or something.
I tossed my plate onto my desk, tossed the keyboard aside and dashed for the door. I get the door open and step outside and Jackie's reading her book. Huh?
"Did you call or yell?" I asked her and she said she hadn't. I frowned and looked around. I asked if she had heard moaning and she hadn't. I guess I looked puzzled and she got up and followed me back in.
Then it hit me what the noise had been or at least sounded like. It sounded like Mom when she was sick or had fallen and was trying to get our attention. Or when she was in bad pain and would turn over.
I'll admit I was hit hard. I stumbled to the sofa and choked out what had just crossed my mind to Jackie and she was hugging me when her phone rang in her room. I heard her offering to help someone anyway she could and then offer to make phone calls and exchanged emails with someone. She came back out into the living room and said she had been on the phone with her birth sister. Jackie's birth mother entered hospice today.
Wow.
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