I love Michael Jackson! I have to admit to my Michael affection since I was little and saw him on Cher. I always loved the Jackson 5 and especially Michael. I also love Seattle. My new adopted home town is marvelous! I never want to leave! This is one reason why! Check out this video from LAST NIGHT in Bellingham (a subrub of Seattle) Only Seattlites would be this creative so quickly!!!
The thing about living at 608 is that one has to come to terms with the scary things that live there. Namely the ghost. If you ever have a chance to stay the night, someone there will start your night off telling a good ghost story or two. Most of the stories are true and told with many different versions, depending on who is telling them. Every now and then one hears a ghost story that involves Peggy. The latest was the angel music boxes. Mom said she was sitting in her favorite chair in the living room watching television. Trish and Eden was upstairs. Willis was gone on his usual jaunt to Home Depot. She suddenly heard music coming from behind her. Thinking this was unusual for the show she was watching she muted the television. Still music was playing somewhere. She got up and followed the sound to the trio of wind up angel music boxes. No reason for that to be going off by itself and no one wind up those angels in a million months. OK…..
The same week Willis, while fast asleep for his usual afternoon nap, woke up, looked at Peggy and shook his head, then went back to sleep, only to wake up again, look at Peggy, shake his head and go back to sleep. The third time he woke up he asked Peggy, “Did you see that woman walk out the front door”? Mom answers, “What woman”? “The one who just walked out the door”? “What did she look like?” “She had a black hat with a black flower dress and a purse. She was a big lady. She reminded me of my mother”. “I didn’t see no woman. But you should go home and see your mother”.
Later on that week Peggy and Willis was eating dinner. The house was quiet except the television, which was loud because they both swear they cannot hear. Those same angels started playing the music again, spinning around. This time even Willis was concerned, a miracle cause Willis never gets bothered by ghost. Mom gets up and tells the “ghost” to stop it. The angels stop playing.
A day later, Eden, who is learning to be as busy as a two year should be, decided to play with those same angels. I assume no one was too concerned as she broke two of angels and tried to blame it on Minha (her name for Peggy).
Since these events Mom claims to have a shadow following her and in her words “I must start giving my things away before I die. That is was Barb did and I feel I must also”. Willis, who is currently not speaking to his siblings for whatever reason, is looking for tickets to get to Virginia where his mother lives, just in case.
I haven’t posted in awhile. The reason varies and really are not important. But since April a lot has been going on with my folks and Robert’s. I have learned in my 44 years that life doesn’t stop even when you do. I once was of the school of thought that if I didn’t, who would. As in, if I didn’t clean the bathroom, who would or if I didn’t say I commit to an outing, who would? But I have been shut down for the best part of the last two months and I know that there are others who would clean the bathroom or attend an event. I no longer think I am the only one who would. I think the healing has begun with that thought. Now back to the postings.
