Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear

Spring is heading our way! I can finally see some blossoms on the ornamental plum trees around our home, giving me hope that the seasons are finally changing. I can't wait for sunshine and warmth! It can (and will) definitely rain over some days of the upcoming season, but the concept of everything blooming perfectly is incomparable natural beauty.

 Mother Nature is backstage, waiting to step up to the podium. She will raise her baton, click it on the podium and will begin the oncoming magic of spring. Once again, we will smell the flowers as they burst into bloom, giving us an artistic design through color as well as scent. Birds chirping, singing songs in her rendition of life. Sparkling waters flow freely over rocks and dams, adding that twinkling beauty to the waterways we love. Sun rays welcome us into the new season, as the warmth hugs us. Yeah, I can't wait to be at that concert again!

How can we not admire what is around us? With excitement I purchased the phantom tickets to the best concert ever, and cannot wait for the opening day. Although, here it is Thursday, the first day of Terry's weekend and guess what? There is no sun. No sunny rays hitting our skin. Only rain. Rain drops falling again, leaving everything slippery, wet, and leaving us cold. Definitely no birds singing their song. It's rain. Yes, more rain. Our dogs are wet. The lawn is soaked. 

I spoke with my daughters who report there is snow in Eugene again! Wolf Tree Ranch has a dusting once again. Now, I do know that spring is not here yet, but please, let's have some indication that it is happening real soon, like in about two weeks. 

The chihuahua, Jasper, hates touching the cold, wet grass when he has to pee. He struggles to lift that leg as high as it can go. Then he comes in to jump up on my lap in the wheelchair so I can remove the leash. This is a chore for me, since his little feet are soaking wet. Now I have damp clothing and small footprints of mud and water all across me. Hurry and get here, spring and summer! Let's end the madness!

Tuesday Terry went off to work as usual. My daughter Dawn, granddaughters Jess and Kylie, and my great granddaughter Zyrah decided to come for a visit. I loved it! Mallory came as well after I shot her a text. She was up for the havoc we would create as a group. 

Jessee and Dawn walked in with warm smiles and boxes of pizza and fried potatoes from Abby's. The best way to my heart is family and of course, fried spuds from Abby's! I do say the "best way to my heart," when sure enough it's not good for my heart nor my body in general, but it's so good for the taste buds. Terry loves them too, but like I said earlier, he was at work. 

So one piece of BBQ chicken pizza and a small serving of the fried spuds and I was stuffed, but not so stuffed it hurt. Been a long time since I had eaten those potatoes. After eating, Kylee and Zyrah thought it would be fun to play around in the wheelchair. Zyrah was having a good time in it! She also loved pushing her aunt Kylee. 

The chair was running around the room, spinning in circles, and all the while we were laughing at both of them. 

Zyrah was not in any mood to give up the chair when Kylee wanted a ride. These two fight like sisters instead of aunt and niece. Of course Kylee gave in to Zyrah's two-year-old fits and took her turn later. 

Dawn and the family hung out for a couple of hours, visiting with Mallory and I until it was time for them to rush back to Springfield to meet up with their spouses. Andy would be arriving soon and Dawn wanted to be home with him. Jess and Zyrah needed to get things settled before Brandon returned home, and Kylee's boyfriend Cam would also be coming home from work soon. Kylee and Jess were off work, so the two were able to come and visit with their mom. 

Marina is leaving for Arizona next week and also scheduled a doctor's appointment today. This itinerary left her unable to come with Dawn. Brandy is at work and this left her out of the visit as well. Plus she did get her new baby, the Xolo (pronounced Sholo), or Mexican hairless, so that would be a problem leaving him all alone for the day while she was in Roseburg. 

Brandy and Dan thought about naming the new baby, Navi, short for Navigator. He is a little navigator, meaning his trip from Mexico to Oregon, and in the Mexican celebration of Dia de los Muertos or Day of the Dead, the Xolo is considered a spirit guide. If you haven't seen the movie, Coco, I highly recommend it. Coco is a colorful, very beautifully done, animated film about Dia de los Muertos. Excellent, interesting, and very sweet film. Coco also includes a dog who dies and becomes a spirit guide, with the typical humor to keep things light. 

Baby Navi sports his new hoodie while wanting mom to hold him. 

Pixar's movie, Coco is a beautiful, artistic animation about a little boy and his love of music, while learning about his ancestry. The dog is a Xolo, and later after death, a spirit guide of the boy. Awesome film. 

Well, I received another photo from Marina of Spencer Marina, my great granddaughter who lives with her parents in Arizona. Keenan and Katie send daily photos and videos so we can see her too. She is definitely one of the happiest little girls I have seen in her early months of life. 

Seeing little Spencer enjoying her life so greatly makes me smile each time I see her latest photo. I cannot get enough of this beautiful, lively baby girl who is the spitting image of her father, Keenan. 

Both of these photos will end up enlarged, framed, and on my picture wall around the house. I cannot get enough of that smile! If everyone enjoyed life like Spencer, the world would be an amazing, fun, happy place to be. Keenan, my grandson and father of Spencer, used to smile just like this when he was a baby. In fact, Spencer looks exactly like her father at that age. It's remarkable how much she looks like him. The force is strong in this one. 

Well, today is only Thursday. Not much has happened yet, but the weekend has only begun. I did have a couple of run ins with Harry this week though. Wednesday, Terry came out of the bedroom and asked me if there was something I was looking for in the closet. I laughed and said, "Well, since I can't get the wheelchair in there, I'm assuming no." He shot Mallory a text, since she had come over yesterday to watch a couple of shows with me, to ask if she had tried to get something out of the closet. She was just as baffled about her dad's report of the light being left on.  

Nobody had been around the closet. That closet has all of my clothing in it, and a leather purse on the top shelf. Other than that, there is a dirty clothes hamper on the floor, along with a pile of flip flops and various other shoes. That's it. Nothing of substance really that someone else would need or want. 

We don't know how the light turned on, but since the basement light does it once in a while, it is disconcerting. The is a pull cord light and while the cord does dangle a bit, I typically don't touch it even when I'm picking out something to wear. I can see in the closet just fine with the bedroom light. Now that I'm in a wheelchair that won't fit through the bedroom path, I have a box of clothing sitting in a box in the living room. We chalked the strangeness of the light up to regular antics of Harry and continued on with our lives. 

I'm getting around pretty well now. I do have to slow up while traveling through the doorways, but the wheelchair does make it just fine, with a little maneuvering. Helping with dishes, sweeping floors, the garbage, and household chores that are light enough for me to deal with, I do to be able to help Terry and also keep my sanity. Late last night, after sweet man headed off into a blissful sleep, I woke again and wanted a glass of water. Climbing into my chair, I settled in, unlocked brakes,, and spun around toward the kitchen. 

Noticing the kitchen light was off, I shrugged and pushed myself into the room anyway. There was plenty of light coming from the large TV and the living room lights to see just fine. I only needed water. The wheels hit the lip of the division between rooms. I had to back up and get a better start. 

The chair pushed forward with a thud, thud with the wheels making it over the lip of the flooring. Once over, I scooted the chair up to the sink. I held my cup under the faucet with one hand and I could reach the faucet handle with the other. I flipped the handle upward and let the cool water fill my cup. The glass was about halfway full when the overhead light in the kitchen popped on suddenly, making me jump. My heart began to pound. Goosebumps grew along my arms and neck. There was nobody else in the room with me that I could see. I truly did not know what to do. 

With my cup full, I put it in the cup holder of the wheelchair and turned myself around to aim toward the living room again. I was still on edge. Shaking and considering the worst, I slowly moved myself along the wooden floor in the living room to get on the couch again, with a feeling of someone watching me the entire time. Terry was sleeping but I was considering waking him. Then it hit me, "What would I show him? That the light was on? Was that really worth waking him?" 

I chose to let him sleep. Sitting on the couch contemplating what could be happening, I began to feel nauseous. It was such an uneasy feeling and one that I couldn't take. The lack of sleep and being alone added to the thoughts running through my baffled brain. Was this one of Harry's antics again? 

Early posts describe our bouts with Harry, the house ghost, who resides in our basement. The light in the basement has been found on, for no reason. We don't go into the basement. Nobody opens the basement door. Terry cannot go into the cellar because the steps are so small and close together. His hip and knee can't take the walk either. 

The basement stairs are quite small and set close together as in most old homes. Terry can't really climb them or go down. He has never taken a step into the basement area. 

There is really very little in the basement, leaving us no real need to enter. I have gone down a few times to place boxes and unused items on the shelves, but other than that, we don't go down there. Even while visiting the basement, there are no creepy feelings, nothing that causes me to freak or get any uneasy vibes. I've had others in the family join me in my ventures into the damp cellar area and they too have felt nothing to creep them out. 

While I was at Marina's healing, my husband informed me that he had, once more, had a bottle fly off of the top of the refrigerator and almost hit him as he walked into the kitchen. This is the third time we have had vases or bottles flung at us. It's not a simple bottle falling off the fridge action, but these are actually flying at us, as if they were being aimed directly at us personally. Fortunately, sweet man has not been hit in the two times he's had it happen, and it missed me the one time I witnessed it. The throwing of the vase and bottles seemed to be focused more on hitting Terry, for sure. 

But now the strange events are happening in the kitchen and other parts of the house, like my closet. Now, I am a realistic person. I do know there are typically explanations to these sorts of things. The basement light? I have examined it many times, believing we must have an electrical issue of some sort, but when I find the light on, the switch shows it in that position. I'm the only one who goes there and always ensure I shut that light off. That's a high priority for me since the light tends to turn itself on. 

I have searched any movement or issue with the fuse box sitting right next to the light switch. Nothing. I cannot explain the bottles or vases that have been hurled our way. The kitchen? That's a new one. I have no idea. 

Finding myself curled up on the couch as best I could "curl," with one leg still left straight out on pillows in the wheelchair, I swallowed hard and sat in fear. I simply had no explanation for what had just happened. Snuggling down in my blanket deeper, I sat with a side-eye on the kitchen. I turned the television up and tried to get into the show, but the fear of the situation was still there. Past experiences have left me frightened of such things and I don't want to, nor can I deal with them any more. 

As the experience replayed in my mind, I was trying to figure out what could have happened. The lights were still on. Now what? No way was I going to get up and travel into the kitchen again to shut it off. That light could stay on forever as far as I was concerned. Screw the light. Let it burn itself out. Just leave us alone. 

My panic began to calm a bit as time went on. Occasionally I looked over at the kitchen to ensure nothing was coming my way, but then focused back on the show. About 10 minutes into the program I was watching, suddenly that light clicked off again. I was done. 

The Guinness Book of World Records will be publishing my record breaking wheelchair ride out of a house and breaking the speed of light record for the fastest trip to Eugene in a wheelchair soon enough. New cars have got nothing on me. Zero to scared shitless in 30 seconds. I'm on the move and not stopping for those annoying red and blue flashing lights either. 

Laying on the couch almost in tears, I remained under the blanket as far as I could position myself without being completely under it. Something was making me remain out far enough to see what could be coming my way. I left room for my eyes to see out of a small hole I created in the fuzzy covering to be able to keep my mind focused on the show and definitely if anything was happening in the kitchen area. I had chicken skin all over me. I don't mind if Harry and his pals want to cook their meals or snacks, but do not, I repeat do not harass me. I do recall another time I was this frightened and it wasn't good then either. Next blog post may be written in our new house, wherever that may be. 

While I do jest a little bit, I have to say I was severely terrified. Terry can't hear me at night, even if I wanted to get him, unless I could hobble into the bedroom and leap onto his body. Then he might be able to hear me or at least would feel me. 

Hubby Mac came out of the bedroom this morning and I filled his ears with my tale. He was wondering what may have occurred as much as I was. We are not sure what to do, although we are not being injured. If it is a spirit, I believe we are okay. Harry is just a bit of a nasty Nana over my return I guess. Maybe he wanted it to be just a guy thing at home. I don't know, but I have come back to reclaim my home and my place next to Terry, and you'll just have to deal with it. 

So that is our first day of the weekend, however strange it may be. We do have our many blessings, as usual, but the light thing has to be looked at further. While I enjoy light and spiritually light and being in the light means a lot, but this is too much. We are not sure what to make of that entire scenario, but it seems it's not just in the basement any more, or as it is said, "Toto, we're not in Kansas any more." In our case it's Togo and a basement. 

Please take care of yourselves this week! Vibes of happiness, joy, and pure love are sent your way. Until our next post, have an awesome day!