I am so hoping this is over and I can get back to normal. The road is not only open but completely fixed, including the place where people had worn out the shoulder by driving on it to avoid the barricades. The power is here to stay, hurray! That I should have a car repair at the same time as a natural disaster is just bad luck, but turned out okay. I feel a little guilty about being stressed when others are really, really suffering. However I always counsel my friends that other people's suffering does not negate your own feelings, which need to be validated and felt before they can be gotten past, so I am doing the same myself. I am so fortunate to have people to help me!
Since it is Halloween I have been listening to scary radio programs - Snap Judgment has some good ones! I've heard so many ghost stories they have lost their effect. After the twentieth one, they stop being scary. But I might see what Radiolab has to offer...just poured a glass of wine.
I had a mushroom omelet for dinner, very nice it was too.
I love electricity!
Will definitely say a prayer for your landlord! So very glad for you that you had him to help! What a blessing! And may he be blessed in return! My hubby is much quicker to give and has a hard time receiving - I am always telling him to let others bless him too :) Not easy I know! Yay for electricity and tolerable car repairs. Hope you get some good rest the next few days and maybe a really good workout will help to sort out the remaining jitters - sweat it out and leave it behind!
Happy for you that things turned out okay in the end. Your landlord deserves a hug, or perhaps a batch of primal baking.
Yeah, sometimes you just need to take a deep breath and accept the help. If it was you doing the giving, you wouldn't expect anything in return, would you? It's just what you do when it needs doing. He's obviously of the same mindset.
Thanks all, for your encouraging comments! You are all right, as a friend of mine said yesterday - a friend who also knows my landlord well. She told me to let him help me, to not hesitate to ask when I need something. He is an old-fashioned gentleman, and also a deeply religious man as well as an ambitious, success-oriented person. He enjoys doing things for others at a very deep spiritual level, and relishes the opportunity to be useful and solve problems. As hard as it is for me to ask for help, I know she is right.
(For anyone reading this who doesn't know - my landlord is 85 years ago, gay, and lives with his partner. So there aren't any - you know - expectations.)
On this Day of the Dead, I offer this 'true' story from my own experience -
I live in a lovely but impoverished area of mid-coast Maine, a place with a long history for these shores. The hospital where I work 12-hour night shifts has been developed piecemeal over the last 50 years, with parts of the hospital dating back to those days, and virtually all of the building now used for a different purpose than originally designed.
During the day, the hospital is a busy place, hundreds of people coming and going, many visitors, day patients, business meetings, etc. At night the population drops dramatically, just the patients and the staff that cares for them as well as the usually busy Emergency Department.
One night I had to take some filing into the Outpatient Surgery department. This area is down a hallway that is virtually deserted at night. During the day it is filled with patients having routine, relatively simple procedures. They are prepped in this area, and after the procedure they spend a short time recovering here and then go home. At one time this area was a regular hospital ward, with patients lined up in beds around the wall as used to be common but is unheard of these days.
I frequently went there at night to do a bit of filing. It was always dark and deserted, and I easily did the filing just using the emergency lights. But this night when I walked in, I saw a patient in a bed - not sleeping or resting, but thrashing around. I was astounded, not just to find someone there, but apparently alone. I approached the bed, calling for help - I don't remember exactly what I said, but something like, "I need some help here! What is going on?" As I reached the bed I looked away, hoping to see a nurse or aide, and when I looked back...the bed was empty. Empty and made up for the next day, just as it should be.
I stood there for some time, my mind just blank. What had I seen? Had I imagined it? Some kind of prank? Eventually I filed the papers and went back to my duties.
This being Maine, ghost stories are considered fairly normal. The next morning when my co-workers came in and I when I gave report, I included the incident in the night. They listened with a level of attention that I rarely received while passing on the usual mundane facts. One of my co-workers has worked at that hospital for nearly 30 years. After I finished the story, she said told me that area had been a general ward for some years, and then had been an ICU in the very early days when that department was being developed, before it moved to the new and more modern wing.
I'm really not sure what I experienced - a memory, an hallucination, some kind of weird image from the past? Or as Dickens might have said, a bit of undigested potato?
Hey! I just weighed myself for the first time in a week or so - 136.5! A new low! This is pretty exciting because the scale hasn't moved for awhile.
Nice ghost story :) I believe those things happen - but not sure exactly what kind of spirit is behind it all. I've have things happen out in our shop (circa 1940) that are a bit weird. Was touched on the shoulder once, hard enough to know it was definitely a touch. And had my hair "swished" in the back (I had hair down the middle of back), and swished so hard that I could see it out of the corner of my eye. No windows open so not the wind. I just acknowledged that I was not alone (outloud) and I have never been bothered again. But when I go into the shop I feel like I'm in someone else's space.
Yeah for the new low! Your new number is my ultimate goal! :)
I've never seen a ghost, to my knowledge. I've felt them, but that's it. I do know my in laws have a benign spectre in their library (what used to be a kitchen in a duplex), but the most you see of her is a reflection in glass or a "you done good" feeling if you acknowledge her presence. She seems fairly harmless. We kinda figure she made a promise to someone or hasn't figured out how to take the next step.
Mark's post today nearly made me cry. So timely! It takes a village...or a tribe.
Hi, I've been in Minneapolis since Tuesday and only limited access to the internet. I left my iPad at home so SWMBO and Boy could use it until the battery died since we were without power.
Sorry to hear about your various trials and glad your Kitty is better. Speaking as a landlord of a single woman, I do my best to help her out any way possible. She's a good tenant and I appreciate her being there, she watches the house for us and feeds fat kitty when we're away. So when she needs help with something, I'm happy to. No Expectations.
Well, we got our power on last night, SWMBO texted me. She was cold and exhausted and considering (at my urging) to move into a hotel for a couple of days. But the power came on before she had to make the decision. So I guess its safe for me to return! :-)
I sort of envy (in an odd way) your ghost story. I've never had any kind of paranormal experience. Theater has always been a passion of mine, and I love designing and building scenery. I don't do it very much anymore but hope to when I retire. I've been in dozens of theaters all night long working alone and several of them were supposed to be haunted. But I never saw, felt, or sensed anything. If ever there was a good place for a ghost, it would be walking around the fly gallery of an old, Victorian theater at three in the morning.