Let me bring you up to speed on things at the Brat Farm before I get to my subject matter. First of all, I informed the Beast about baby Rembrandt's art work on my wall in my computer room. He took it well and said, *Well, we are going to paint in there anyway.* But he was glad that I had already used the Kilz on it. I thought at first he would want to do this room before any other room that we will be repainting but he didn't. Our bedroom will be first so we can use the guest bedroom while we are busy on that room.
I went out and inspected the fruit trees and was amazed at how many cherries are on the cherry trees. Our poor little plum tree is already weighted down with fruit and we need to get it culled ASAP. The Alberta peaches are doing well. I told the Beast that he needs to get out there and spray the peaches because I saw there were Japanese beetles on them. We don't want them laying their eggs in the trees or the fruit. I forget which they do but the spray we have used has done well. It was recommended to the Beast a while ago and he keeps it handy here. He's going to get under the house and treat the crawl space with the special spray we brought with us from Florida to keep ants out of the house. Since we have been using it (I bought it when we first got this house because there were ants EVERYWHERE), we haven't had any ants around. But it only lasts a year and it's due.
This is the last week of school for the Princess until the end of May. She is taking summer classes so she can get her degree as quickly as possible. Johnnycakes is going to try to take the baby whenever his schedule allows so that it will give me some relief and his mother is also going to take her a couple days. He's not taking summer classes this year for whatever reason. The Princess is a glutton for punishment, I guess. But I really do understand her being anxious to get her degree. She picked up the baby today to make an appointment at HRS and then to the clinic to get the baby caught up on her shots. I don't think Chewlee is going to be a happy camper tomorrow if she had to get a shot today. I will watch her all day tomorrow but then only in the morning on Thursday when the Princess is in school. Johnnycakes will come and pick her up after that and take care of her while the Princess is at work.
I let Chewlee run around in the back yard with Baron this afternoon (Tuesday) and they had a ball. She can be so funny. I didn't realize the Beast had put the swing on it's side when he mowed last week so I have to go and get it upright tomorrow for her. She loves that swing. She will sit for hours in it sometimes, just swinging her little legs. I had to show her how to make it move using her toes and she got that down pat....LOL. At first Baron tried to get up into it with her but he doesn't like that it moves when he is trying to get on it. I usually have to be there to hold it steady for him when he wants to sit there with Chewlee. It's supposed to be a nice day so I am hoping I may get the Beast to rototill the area I want to use for my garden this year. I scoped out the veggies at Walmart today (the nursery section outside) and they have an incredible variety of things. I want some. 
Okay...now to the subject matter at hand. I didn't realize that there were so many people that believe in ghosts until that became a subject of discussion in the chat while I was playing a game on Pogo. So I will tell you some of what we discussed and why I KNOW there are ghosts around.
When I was 12, I spent the night at the home of a family friend at the time. They had a daughter my age and we were friends. They also had a few less kids at their house than I had at mine so it was fun for me to get away for the night. Around 2am, there was a HUGE noise. It almost sounded like there was an earthquake taking place because it sounded like lots of things were being flung all over. But there was no movement around us and we were just startled awake. Like all kids, when the lights went on, we crept to the door to see what was going on because the noise continued. It WAS dishes, pots and pans, ceramics of all kinds were flying around the kitchen and hitting walls, floors....really scary shit. The father called the family's minister and in a shaking voice asked him what they should do. He said everyone should start praying and he was coming over.
Well, we did. We joined hands in the living room and the father started to pray out loud. When the minister got there, he almost shit his pants. I could tell by the look on his face and to this day, I can still see it in my mind. I know he knew about *evil spirits* because he preached enough about it but he had never witnessed the handiwork. I have since learned that these are called *poltergeists* because they are destructive. The family left that house that night with little more than the clothes on their back and never returned. For whatever reason, the ghosts in that house did not like them being there. I have no idea if the activity continued afterward or not. But I know that *I* now believed in ghosts.
Now not all ghosts are unfriendly or *bad*. Some are mischevious and do things like move things from place to place. Or things will disappear and then reappear at a later date. Most of the time people think that they just misplaced them or that someone else in the household has. It can cause a lot of arguments. Others just seem like lost souls and you get sudden views of them moving from one place to another. Or you will see someone sitting or standing somewhere and then they just *disappear* and you doubt your own eyes and dismiss it. Others you never see but they are there and you will feel them. They will sit down on your bed and you open your eyes to find no one there (that you can see) but you will SEE the bed go back UP. I had one that loved to make my blanket suddenly float over me and I would actually tell it to *stop that* before it would come back down.
The sitting down on my bed bothered me most of all. That used to happen to my kids, too, but they were afraid to tell us about it for quite a while. When it came out, suddenly they were all sharing their own episodes with the ghost in our house in Sunrise, Florida. Years later, we found out the house had been owned by a sheriff's deputy that was found dead in the house from a gunshot wound that they felt was self-inflicted. He had been single, in his late 40's and his home was a kind of party house for a while. I think it may have been his spirit locked there for whatever reason. But somehow, I don't think his death was expected.
One of my sons played hooky from school one day. We left the house for our work before the kids went to school so he just stayed in bed. He woke up and heard someone walking around in the house and thought one of us had returned home for some reason so he hid under his bed. He felt someone sit down on his bed and felt the springs pressing down on him. It scared him so bad that, when the pressure released, he finally crawled out from under his bed, got dressed and went to school. When he came home, he found out we had NOT been at the house and neither had his brother or his sisters. He said he never played hooky at home again after that. He said he KNEW someone was there even though, when he looked for feet, he didn't see any. He decided then and there that it HAD to be a ghost and he didn't want to be alone with one in the house....LOL
One of the people in the room said that they had been haunted by a ghost now for almost 20 years in her house. It started almost as soon as they moved in. Both her mother and father had actually SEEN the ghost although she hadn't. But she had been privy to several of the pranks he pulled. The family started to call the ghost *Henry* for whatever reason. Sometimes he moved things. He seemed to like to move the cutting board in the kitchen because that always caused a stir. He would move it from the counter to the floor. No noise. It was just moved. And it would happen while her mother was the only one in the house. He also took her mother's favorite scissors and they were gone for a couple years although they searched the house for them. Then, suddenly, there they were, sitting on the counter. When her mother asked the father where he had found them, he was dumbfounded and told her he hadn't even seen them. So, they knew....it was Henry.
After living in the house for 15 years, they finally found out that a man named Henry had actually died on the front porch of the house. They all felt it was eerie that they had started calling it Henry before they ever had the knowledge of his death there. He is still very active and now the grandkids get spooked by him from time-to-time even though most of them are teenagers and don't even want to discuss it.
So, I ask you....do you believe in ghosts? In things that go bump in the night? I do. I found out we have one here even though this house is new and I know that NO ONE has died here. It may be the farmer that used to own this land our house is built on. Or perhaps a farm hand that died here. I don't know. What I DO know is that when he sits down on the couch next to me or he presses down on my legs or sits on my bed, I tell him to stop and he does. I tried to tell the hubby that some of the things that disappear and then reappear is the work of the ghost but he just laughs at me and ignores it. I shrug. Let him think he's losing his mind. *I* know better.
Love you all and have a wonderful day.
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I know! Luckily, she went down kind of on her back, hit the third stair from the top and then slid onto the grass. She was shocked but unhurt. I couldn't resist telling the Beast that, after all his worrying about her falling down the stairs, HE was the one that knocked her down them. I went down to help our shocked Chewlee up and she took my hand as we climbed back onto the deck. She wasn't even upset but we both knew how lucky it was that she fell just the way she had. She never hit her head and I check her all over and there wasn't even a scraped area. Whew!
<--that's my pissed off face!
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