Things That Go Bump In The Night.

I have always been able to see ghosts.

Problem is, I have to remember that many people don't.

As a small child, I was very perceptive and I was very comfortable with the fact that I could see what nobody else could see, hear what nobody else could hear, and feel what nobody else could feel. I was able to walk into a cemetery and see it buzzing with people, even though I knew it was empty.

I have learned to keep most of what I see and hear to myself, as most people would find me crazy. However, every so often, I let a story out.

Today is your lucky day.

This is one of many.

About 30 years ago, I was dating a guy who I met in college. It was fairly early on in the relationship, and one afternoon, he came to pick me up. My parents let him in the door and as I was walking over to greet him, I saw he had a woman with him. She stood about up to his shoulder, had a reddish bouffant hairdo, and was wearing a very loud, bright yellow and purple dress. She looked a bit stuck in time and she appeared as if she was in her mid to late 40's. I was just about to great her, when all of a sudden she she looked startled...at which point, she disappeared into thin air.

Gone.

:::poof:::

My boyfriend saw the look on my face and asked me what I saw. To quote his exact words, "You look like you saw a ghost."

As a matter of fact, I did. When I described the woman to him, he told me that I had given him a spot on description of his mother, and she was wearing a favorite dress she wore frequently.

At the time this happened, his mother had been dead over 10 years.

I had never seen a picture of his mother before.

The Cobbler's Wife Is Always Barefoot.

Or something like that.

I am just a dreadful blogger.

Well...not really.

What have I been doing these past few weeks?

Writing.

And lots of it.

I have been enjoying every day and have decided that working from home is the way to go...it's working out well for me.

I'm going on my third spring here in Florida and I am liking it. I particularly enjoy watching the TV and seeing all the snow piling up in the northern part of the country while I find myself whining about how frigid the temperature is when the mercury dares to dip below 70*.

Brrrrr.

Headed out for the first time today with my husband and nephew to the strawberry fest in Plant City. I didn't want to go because I thought it would be all about farming and strawberries but I ended up being glad I went, although I felt my thighs starting to widen after I passed each booth of carnival food.

They had a lot of rides there but I didn't go on any. I hate anything that spins around or goes up high, so that limits my choices somewhat.

They do have a talent for separating people from their money though. I spend $17.50 for a funnel cake and 3 drinks...yikes!!! $4.50 for an ice cream cone.

They did have some cool vendors there, although I did not spend a lot there either because I didn't want to spent all day lugging stuff around. Plus, I am cheap. 

And now, for my friend, Lynda: