Nothing To Do

I didn’t have anything to do today other than laundry. Dolly and I ran to the supermarket this morning to mail a small birthday gift to Ellen, and to get some milk. Then we went to Dollar General to get a garbage pail for the upstairs bathroom; last night I broke the one that was in there. Not on purpose, mind you, it was strictly an accident. After I finished last night’s post I decided to go to bed and while I was in the bathroom getting ready I noticed the wall hangings I had in there. There were three ceramic hangings, about the size of the palm of my hand, that had inspirational sayings on them. I bought them when we moved in here because I had nothing to decorate the bathroom wall other than a clock. They each had a saying like “The past can’t be changed but the future can be whatever we want it to be,” or something similar. There were three different sayings all telling me how great things can be.

Because of the realizations I made yesterday, and because I’m so tired of allowing myself to be let down, I got angry and started to cry. Then I looked at the wall hangings and got angrier, first at them, then at the Universe, or whatever it is that people claim guide us through life. I couldn’t really yell because the kids were asleep very close by so I did the best I could through gritted teeth and I grabbed the wall hangings and through them in the garbage pail. The pail was hard plastic, not the flexible kind, and one of the ceramic crappies hit the side of it pretty good breaking a big chunk out of it. I couldn’t leave it like that so I had to replace it today. It’s just money, who gives a shit. Besides, it was only $2.75.

Afterward we went to the firework tent to get the kids something fun for the holiday. I just got basic kids stuff – sparklers, smoke bombs, those little snappy things that you throw on the ground and they make a pop, and some snakes. They’ll have a good time. Then we came home and she went outside to play with her friends. I did a load of laundry and then sat on the sofa. When I say I had nothing to do, I mean it. I have no research to do anymore, no phone calls to make, no phone calls to answer. I didn’t even go on Facebook and I rarely get email.

I spent the day watching a “Ghost Whisperer” marathon on the SyFy (they changed the spelling) channel. While I was watching I got the inspiration to learn a new trick. I went to the kitchen, got a couple of wine glasses, filled them with different amounts of water and learned how to make them “sing” by running my finger around the edge of them. That was pretty cool. I’d never tried it before, and it took me a while to get it right, but I did it. I’m sure it’ll take practice before I can be really good at it, but that’s okay; I’ve got nothing but time for the next seven weeks. I wonder what other tricks I can learn.

The “Ghost Whisperer” shows were pretty good and I hadn’t even seen them all so that was a bonus. I thought I’d seen all of them but I must have missed some along the way. I don’t know why I bother watching them, though, because I have my own ghost to talk to; he just won’t talk back. He sits on the staircase and occasionally peeks through the railing at me while I watch TV. I’ve asked him to show himself more clearly but he won’t. I’m not sure if it’s the same little boy Dolly used to see or not. His name was either Kevin or Gavin – she was only two so she didn’t say his name very clearly. She used to talk to him, though, and he napped in her bed. One day he just left; and not because of anything I said, I completely encourage open-mindedness. I believe in ghosts and stuff like that. I’m just losing faith in a guiding higher power and the rest of that bullshit. I’m not going there, though. I’ll just talk about my ghost.

He’s not the first one I’ve encountered either. I’ve had some in the past. My ex-husband told me that I used to sit up in bed and talk to people standing in the bedroom doorway. I also awoke one night to find a lady from many years ago – she wore her hair in a bun and a black dress that buttoned up to the chin – standing in my bedroom mirror. I sat up, asked her if I could help her, and, when she didn’t say anything, I just told her I was going back to sleep if she wasn’t going to talk; and I did. She just stood there staring at me, not saying a word. Lots of freaky things happen to me, unfortunately nothing really exciting that I could use to make money. That would be cool, wouldn’t it?

In any event, I’ll just have to sit here and search the Internet for other tricks I can learn. I have to go now because my keyboard suddenly quit working; I'm typing this last bit by "inserting" symbols one at a time. That's my luck. Until next time...peace to all.