Well, we've had possibly the longest run of "not much" since I moved in this house. I had about decided the ghost was very happy with the fact we
were addressing structural apostacies that had happened in the past and were fixing the house to where it might stand a few more decades.
...until today.
In the time since I last posted we have only had a couple of minor incidences where we heard movement upstairs (like my daughter's computer chair
rolling across the wood floor of her room upstairs when she wasn't even here, or another time when we heard the bathroom door upstairs close and
nobody but us were here). Short of those two incidences there has been nothing to report.
So...we'll have to rewind to the last week of January to get this story told. That's when Springer had his reconstructive surgery on his lower
back. When he went in for his surgery they, of course, gave me all his belongings. All his clothing we placed in a hospital bag and then his wallet,
his watch and his wedding ring I placed in my purse. I carry a very small purse, and Springer's wallet is big and heavy and it loaded it up pretty
good, but the ring and watch fit nicely into a side pocket and caused no problems.
So that night (the day of his surgery) after I saw that he was fully drugged, going to live and deep in the land of Morpheus, I came home to take care
of my daughter, get some sleep and then headed back early the next morning. When I got home, I took his wallet out of my purse and put it in the
drawer that we keep some of our documents in, so I wouldn't have to carry that added weight, and also so nobody would steal it, since it was big
enough that I couldn't really hide it in my little purse.
When Springer finally got out of the hospital and recovered enough to be able to drive, he asked for his wallet. His ring and watch were in the side
pocket of my purse and I gave them to him, but when I went to get his wallet for him, it wasn't in the drawer. That was six months ago. I know I
placed it in that drawer, because I remember pulling some other documents out of the drawer, placing it under them, and then covering it back up with
those documents (which included the 1904 picture of the house). I tore this house up trying to find that wallet. And then Springer tore the house up
looking for the wallet. I even went so far as to call the hospital and ask them if his wallet had been found in his hospital room by a nurse and I
called the restaurant I ate lunch at that day to make sure I hadn't pulled it out while I was fishing for my check book (just in case I was
completely bonkers and had dreamed I put it in the drawer). No on both counts - no wallet for Springer anywhere. And ever since then, every time
I've had a need to get something from that drawer, I've looked for the wallet again...because I knew damned well I put that wallet in there.
So today Springer opens a totally different drawer in which we keep dish rags and dish towels and he moves a stack of rags out of the way to get to a
dish towel, and the top fold of one of my table cloths flips back and there is his wallet! So his wallet is tucked into the folds of the top table
cloth in a stack of two table cloths tucked in the back of a totally different drawer..........
..........
but there's a major problem here.....
In May of this year we had a big deal happen at my work and we were going to do some demonstrations for some important visitors. We set up a long
table (one of those folding tables) and rented some skirts from the local civic center to dress it up. But it still didn't look good,
so I
brought both of my table cloths to work to cover this table and when the function was over, I washed both of them, folded them, and put them back
in the rear of this drawer.
The wallet had already been missing for almost 4 months at that point!
There aint no explainin' this one! Especially when you take into account
all of the money was still in the wallet, and nothing appears to
have been disturbed.
*RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
[edit on 8-2-2006 by Valhall]