1) Ghosties: You ghost-y sorts are so intriguing! What is it with those faces? I like the guardian angel angle. My phenomenally gifted, very dear friend Tree did get our unnerving bathroom ghost to move on last year, and I have since stopped by his grave in town a few times to say thanks for not leering at my naked bum anymore.
Tree also recently took a peek and said she’s felt our house spirits back in action this spring after a quiet winter. Apparently Mrs. Kitchen is baking again and trying to ignore our kitchen chaos, Mr. Pipe is still laughing at my attempts at gardening, Mr. Squash (who has never been identified) is still passionate about squash, zucchini and parsnips, and there’s also a melancholy female spirit in her 30s in our second-floor hallway. Oh, wait. Perhaps that’s me?
Anyway, that’s the recent house scoop. It’s all very peaceful and good. Feels like family. Sometimes I make tea for Mrs. Kitchen, (who I discovered through library research was British), but I stopped over the winter because I was afraid I’d seem too co-dependent. So I need to ask Tree if it’s okay to resume leaving out an occasional cup of tea for Mrs. Kitchen (Emma). If there is one ghost in the world I would like to see, oh, it would be dear Mrs. Kitchen. I have grown so fond of her. Everything Tree told me about Mrs. Kitchen, I’ve been able to verify through library research. It’s nothing short of dazzling.
Tag. You’re It now. Tell me your tales, Ghosties!
2) Rockies: Mr. Hot Rocks! Yes, perfect moniker! Why he did not offer to tuck the fluorite and opalite hearts into my heaving post-modern-Victorian bosom, I will never know. But they sit on my nightstand, and I feel better having them there. Keep talking, smart rock people! Rock on, Rockites! Share that good rocky wisdom with me. Wiccans, is this something you can shed light on? Have we any Wiccan gemologists in the house?
3) Deathies: Would you believe the doctor’s office can’t figure out who called me and what it was about? I spent a good half hour on the phone with them this morning, as they bounced me around trying to locate the Grim Reaperess. No go! So I may live after all. I promise I will let you know if anyone figures out why the Grim Reaperess phoned for me. In the meantime, keep talking! More death quotes and poems, Deathies!
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