On ghosts: I've lived in my Condo for about 15 years now. Initially whenever I would sit on the landing (not on the ground floor, not on the second floor) and meditate, the cats would sit nearby and look behind me. I figured it was someone helping me with the meditation. It took a number of years to get rid of the smell of cigarette smoke from the previous owner One day long after I had things smelling much better, the doorbell rang. It was a tiny child I did not know. His father stood off on the sidewalk and explained that he liked to ring doorbells. I said that's fine, and thanked him for ringing mine. The little guy then pointed towards my patio gate and said "There's someone on your patio smoking." I showed him no one was physically there but....well. gee.
On the tee shirts --- on my goodness there is a PIN! I am getting the pin!!!
We had a possum that came around one spring. A tiny possum we named Pinky and the cats were fascinated from behind the big glass door and it looked so lonely like it had lost its family, and I knew that feeling so well. And I keep looking for Pinky, small or grown up but I haven't seen them since. There are these shadows, these faded marks on our hearts and maybe that is what Kip feels too. I think about all the plants left behind at my childhood home, now sold--I can close my eyes and remember what they look like when they were just pushing up from the leaves in the spring. There are two owls that live in the trees behind our house (and behind the houses on our street) and I haven't heard them in the last few months and I am afraid to worry about them because what if they are gone? I've known them for over 8 years. They are my only friends here. xo
I often think about the shadows of me in places l spent lots of time in. Old neighbourhoods, houses, routes to old work places etc. Our main city street was dug up and refurbished about 20 years ago, I'd to skirt the holes and fences on my walk to work, and regularly took photos of the mess. I was standing at the resulting tram station on this street last Saturday, looking at a 110 year old statue and thinking of the ghost of me standing on the same spot looking at the same statue 20 years ago and thinking "whatever do the statues make of all this upheaval?".
I've never lived in a house with ghosts, and I'm still not sure how I feel about that. But possums (we can call them possums colloquially, even though "opossum" is the correct name) are kind of ghostly-looking, and they're cool.
I had to move from an apartment in a very very old building because the lockdown discount was gone (landlord was pretty cool)and a new renter was arriving paying the usual pricing.
several months later I was passing by it and the landlord was there, we chatted for a bit and mentioned “that other guy didnt even lasted a month there” I thought nothing of it.
but then at night I remembered. The big wooden door to the bedroom had a worn down deadbolt so you could actually wiggle the door. But the building was so crooked that the door closed snug and after a couple minutes or even an hour the door would just slid out and snap on the wiggling deadbolt as if someone pushed it to open.
could it be that the other renter taught someone wanted to get in and when they opened the door noone was there? (I did that in the first days)
or… what if I was the one that was thinking the issue was a crooked door and it wasn’t…
I used to live on the other side of the country from my grandparents and most family throughout my life, but I've moved back to my hometown a little over a year ago. Going to my grandparent's house was a special thing, so there are lots of memories and photos of child me there, playing with my aunt's old Barbie, reading the original (gruesome) Grimm's fairy tales, petting my granny's late dog, playing on the swings in the yard they removed when all the grandkids grew up. Now I come there to explain how to use Google on a smartphone so granny can cheat while doing crosswords 😂 And during meals I sit right across from everyone's baby pictures. It's surreal
Nooooooo! The XL turtle tees are sold out. Will there be more? (And they're o'possums. Sorry. 😊 They can't make the correction themselves, so I have to.)
So well said, now I can never feel lonely. Also I see it as a good thing my parents moved from my childhood home and that I moved from my kids childhood home.
On ghosts: I've lived in my Condo for about 15 years now. Initially whenever I would sit on the landing (not on the ground floor, not on the second floor) and meditate, the cats would sit nearby and look behind me. I figured it was someone helping me with the meditation. It took a number of years to get rid of the smell of cigarette smoke from the previous owner One day long after I had things smelling much better, the doorbell rang. It was a tiny child I did not know. His father stood off on the sidewalk and explained that he liked to ring doorbells. I said that's fine, and thanked him for ringing mine. The little guy then pointed towards my patio gate and said "There's someone on your patio smoking." I showed him no one was physically there but....well. gee.
On the tee shirts --- on my goodness there is a PIN! I am getting the pin!!!
Whoa! Spooky!
And also, yes, I’ve got my eye on that pin too
We had a possum that came around one spring. A tiny possum we named Pinky and the cats were fascinated from behind the big glass door and it looked so lonely like it had lost its family, and I knew that feeling so well. And I keep looking for Pinky, small or grown up but I haven't seen them since. There are these shadows, these faded marks on our hearts and maybe that is what Kip feels too. I think about all the plants left behind at my childhood home, now sold--I can close my eyes and remember what they look like when they were just pushing up from the leaves in the spring. There are two owls that live in the trees behind our house (and behind the houses on our street) and I haven't heard them in the last few months and I am afraid to worry about them because what if they are gone? I've known them for over 8 years. They are my only friends here. xo
I often think about the shadows of me in places l spent lots of time in. Old neighbourhoods, houses, routes to old work places etc. Our main city street was dug up and refurbished about 20 years ago, I'd to skirt the holes and fences on my walk to work, and regularly took photos of the mess. I was standing at the resulting tram station on this street last Saturday, looking at a 110 year old statue and thinking of the ghost of me standing on the same spot looking at the same statue 20 years ago and thinking "whatever do the statues make of all this upheaval?".
I’m as confused as Kip is about how Boaz went out of town without a suitcase!
I've never lived in a house with ghosts, and I'm still not sure how I feel about that. But possums (we can call them possums colloquially, even though "opossum" is the correct name) are kind of ghostly-looking, and they're cool.
I had to move from an apartment in a very very old building because the lockdown discount was gone (landlord was pretty cool)and a new renter was arriving paying the usual pricing.
several months later I was passing by it and the landlord was there, we chatted for a bit and mentioned “that other guy didnt even lasted a month there” I thought nothing of it.
but then at night I remembered. The big wooden door to the bedroom had a worn down deadbolt so you could actually wiggle the door. But the building was so crooked that the door closed snug and after a couple minutes or even an hour the door would just slid out and snap on the wiggling deadbolt as if someone pushed it to open.
could it be that the other renter taught someone wanted to get in and when they opened the door noone was there? (I did that in the first days)
or… what if I was the one that was thinking the issue was a crooked door and it wasn’t…
I used to live on the other side of the country from my grandparents and most family throughout my life, but I've moved back to my hometown a little over a year ago. Going to my grandparent's house was a special thing, so there are lots of memories and photos of child me there, playing with my aunt's old Barbie, reading the original (gruesome) Grimm's fairy tales, petting my granny's late dog, playing on the swings in the yard they removed when all the grandkids grew up. Now I come there to explain how to use Google on a smartphone so granny can cheat while doing crosswords 😂 And during meals I sit right across from everyone's baby pictures. It's surreal
I saw a dead rat in my ally last spring, and I still look for it every time I go outside...
"hey smell this" 😂
Nooooooo! The XL turtle tees are sold out. Will there be more? (And they're o'possums. Sorry. 😊 They can't make the correction themselves, so I have to.)
came here to mention the opossum bit. Possums exist too but they're in Australia and look different from our white-faced guys.
Other fun facts about opossums:
They're marsupials and sometimes carry their babies on their backs!
They eat tons of bugs and worms, along with dead things.
when they "play dead" they actually lose consciousness!
unfortunately they also only live a year or two in the wild, so the one you saw may truly be a ghost.
Ooops, I made them Irish. Opossums!
So Boaz is the name of your new possum buddy and above all the name of the possum, I presume?☺
We have a new-ish dog and she randomly barks (a high-pitched, ear-splitting bark) at what seems to be nothing. So we say she’s barking at ghosts.
Really I think she’s just anxious and doesn’t necessarily see/hear perfectly, so she’s barking at all kinds of sounds and shapes.
So well said, now I can never feel lonely. Also I see it as a good thing my parents moved from my childhood home and that I moved from my kids childhood home.