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Heh

October 17, 2018

While I was taking pictures (yesterday), I decided to take some Halloween pictures of Duchess. It took some patience and cheese to get her THAT close to the skeleton. lol
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Thought For the Day

October 17, 2018

I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.

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Thought For the Day

October 16, 2018

For good, return good. For evil, return justice.

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Duchess update

October 16, 2018

Duchess (our foster doggie) is doing pretty good. She still has bathroom issues, but she’s slowly getting with the program. She’s such a good natured, and beautiful dog. Today I was attempting to take a Fall picture of our kitchen island, and she photo-bombed me.
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Movies

October 16, 2018

We recently have had the good fortune of seeing some pretty good horror movies, so I thought I’d pass along some of the titles…
At the top of the list is Errementari (Devil and the Blacksmith) on Netflix. Yes, it’s English dubbed, but it doesn’t get in the way. It is visually stunning, and just good story telling.  Look up the trailer on Youtube, you’ll see what I mean.
Also on Netflix is Apostle. It’s about a man who goes to rescue his sister from a cult, situated on an island. It’s a bit gory, but what isn’t these days?
On Shudder there is Terrified. It’s Spanish with subtitles. It has some truly terrifying moments. That’s all I’m saying.
Another Netflix movie, The Ritual, is probably my favorite of the year. It gets you right from the beginning, and you have to love a movie with such a unique antagonist.
Lastly, on Shudder, there is Dead Shack. A really, really funny zombie movie. The drunk dad makes the movie. Gory (zombie movie), ridiculous, and touching, at times. It’s kind of like a snapshot of the times, as most good zombie movies are.

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Real Ghost Stories #2

October 15, 2018

When my daughters were young we lived in an old brick house, located in a very small town. It was so small, we didn’t even have mail service. We had to pick our mail up at the post office. My husband worked nights, so in the evening I’d take a book to bed, and read until I was sleepy. The oldest daughter had a bedroom at the bottom of the stairs, and at the top was our bedroom, and our youngest daughters. Things would start late at night, when all was quiet. I’d be in bed reading my book, and I would hear/feel someone coming up the stairs. The stairs creaked under the weight of whoever it was. The first time it happened, I was paralyzed with fear. But fear for my daughters soon snapped me out of it, and I jumped up and threw open the door. No one was there. I opened the door and looked in on my youngest, she was sleeping. I ran down and checked on my oldest daughter. She too was sleeping peacefully. I checked the house, just to feel better, and found nothing. So I went back to bed, and began reading again. The footsteps came again, only this time I waited. The footsteps went back down the stairs…then they came back up. Up and down, up and down all night long. Okay, we have a ghost…lovely. Not everything happened at night, though. One day my daughters and I were in the hallway, and we heard someone come in the kitchen door and say something. I thought it was my husband’s sister, since we were expecting her. I yelled out to her that we were in the hallway. Nothing happened. I repeated what I had said. Nothing. I went into the kitchen, and no one was there. At that same moment, a train that plays Christmas music turned itself on. I played it off as something funny, so as not to scare the kids. But it was very unsettling. About a year after this incident, I was telling the bass player for my old band about what was going on, and he said his aunt used to live there, and died…wait for it…in the kitchen. He said that the footsteps were probably her checking on the kids. So he got his cousin to come over and he spoke to her. He told her she was dead and that she should pass on to be with her husband. Nothing ever happened after that.

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Thought (poem) For the Day

October 15, 2018

Considering my ghost story, I thought this poem was appropriate…

Antigonish (I met a man who wasn't there)
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

-Hughes Mearns