Okay, a quick "grandma is haunting me" (in a totally good way) recap for those of you who may have missed it. Once I came back from utopia the tv in my bedroom went on twice while I was sleeping alone in my room (because the air conditioning was broke and the husband fled to cooler temps downstairs) and then again a third time when the husband had returned to our repaired colled attic sleeping space. And the husband still didn't believe it was grandma, even though he saw it with his own two extremely near sighted eyes! Then one night, in the middle of the night as usual, there was a beeping kind of sound and it was coming from the tv too.
When we spent the night in utopia Saturday night, I thought to myself that if the utopian bedroom television should happen to turn on and glow dark purple (that is what happens to the home tv) then there would be no doubt in my mind that it was grandma and surely anyone (as in any doubters) else would also be swayed by that kind of phenomena. Guess what happened! Yes! I rolled over in the middle of my utopian sleep fog and the tv was all aglow!
My theory is that grandma is coming back as some kind of energy field.
Yesterday evening I broke the news of the utopian tv to the husband who still (because he is not a spiritual person) refuses to believe. I was in the kitchen at the time and he was sitting in the family room area watching tv. Just as the husband declared his doubt of what is so obviously true the picture on the screen went black but the sound stayed on. And when I saw the husband fussing with the remote I went over to assist him and we couldn't even get the tv to go off, even when I pressed the power button on the tv itself. Ahem.
Then, with no tv to watch, the husband gets into his luxury automobile with Evan to run to the store and the old fashioned (it has hands instead of an electronic read out) clock on his dashboard goes crazy and the hands start spinning around and around. Ahem.
As I was saying, some people might not want to believe my haunting is true, but me, I want to believe and it makes me feel good thinking that grandma is near me and playing with me and no one gets hurt no matter what I believe, so I feel quite certain that what I want to believe is true and if you don't, well I have a hammer I can hit you over the head with.
wow! WOW! Why don't you try to talk to her? Tell her it's all good and she can come and visit in any way she wants. I'm dying to see what happens next.
Posted by: danelle | September 24, 2008 at 10:48 PM
Well see if you hit people with a hammer then they do get hurt!
But I believe you. Tell the hubby to play nice with grandma. She can screw with more than tvs and clocks. She can rearrange files and misplace papers. Just to be funny. I would tell her I believe her if I were him.
Posted by: Laura | September 25, 2008 at 12:37 PM