Remember my dream about the two men downstairs? I told Nicole and Addie heard and now she won’t go downstairs by herself. I had told Angie (former owner) about the dream and then she told me that when she went downstairs, she kinda glanced at their recliners and “the two men” ran through her head. She said we should give them names and she asked about the names of the two men in the Grumpy Old Men movie which I never saw so I was no help. I told her they were nice and funny, not grumpy.
I asked Addie if she wanted to give them names and she said “Joe and Don” . . current president and previous president. So . . Joe and Don are living in our basement but sometimes visiting Angie in her basement. Maybe they lived here all along and since Jeremy and Angie moved, they just visit between here and there.
Last time Addie was here, she could not find her hair brush. We looked everywhere for it. Last night she got out of the shower and I said “I never got you another hair brush!” She laughed and said “Mine was on my dresser!” It’s black and white checkered. How did we not see that? I said to her “How did we miss that while we were looking for it?” She said “I think I left it downstairs and Joe or Don brought it up!”
Oh, goodness . . she’s going to have me afraid to go downstairs! She will not go down by herself since she heard me telling Nicole that story. I wish she hadn’t heard that.
ruth says
Well, she was bound to hear it eventually!!
What is this funny gray italicized font doing in the comment section? I wonder if I pushed a wrong button somewhere.
ruth says
Well, she was bound to hear it eventually!!
What is this funny gray italicized font doing in the comment section? I wonder if I pushed a wrong button somewhere. Sorry if it posts twice.
Denise Russart says
Vince better get there soon since you’re now inviting strange men to live in your basement. 🙂
Judy Laquidara says
You never know what a desperate woman might do! 🙂
Linda Garcia says
I do think that people who are gone can come back and do things. My mother died in a car wreck, so it happened quickly and unexpectedly. My parents were in the middle of building a house, so most of their stuff was in storage at my place. After my mother was gone, my father would ask me to go look for a particular item or box that was in storage. (In a sea of boxes, mind you.) I would spend 2 or 3 hours looking for stuff and never find what I was looking for. I would tell him I couldn’t find it. The next time I went to the storage area, lo and behold, what I was looking for last time would be sitting front and center right at eye level. I know it was not there in that spot when I was there last time! I swear my mother (who had packed most everything and knew where things were) was moving things around in the storage area so I would find them.
One more story. My father was a smoker. He smoked for probably 60+ years, and ultimately that is what killed him. He has been gone for 10 years now, but every so often I can smell cigarette smoke. Neither I nor my husband smoke and we live way out in the country with the nearest neighbor a mile away. No way is there actual cigarette smoke in my house, so… I think it is my father checking up on me and I can smell it. That’s my story anyway, because I am sure that I am not hallucinating! Lol!!!