Holly-Go-Lightly meets Reality BITES

I have always had an intuitive nature. I get premonitions. I have dreams that sometimes come true. My family and I lived in a "haunted house" for 8 years, (I'm saving that story for a future entry). My children have all inherited this intuitive nature. I don't know if we somehow draw things to us or not. We have all experienced the unexplainable ( orbs surrounding a certain person in a photograph, also those streaks of red, yellow, pink, blue that look sometimes like lightening bolts, other times like neon colored snakes running right through our bodies, heads, faces in photos when there was no camera malfunction, or light sources of any kind to cause it...weird).

Anyway, about a week ago, I was told this story about 4 young people(married couples) who we will call Lucy & Desi, and Fred & Ethel.

There is this cemetary, an old, OLD cemetary way out in the middle of nowhere, not too far from where I spent some of my childhood years. Now, people who haven't lived out there normally don't know the history, or the stories of the place. If they did--they wouldn't stop, they wouldn't get out of their cars, they definately wouldn't go inside.

Lucy, Desi, Fred & Ethel did not know the history, the stories. And so, one late Saturday night ( probably close to midnight by the time they came upon the place ) thought it would be kind of cool to go in and look around. Ethel brought along her digital camera.  This cemetary used to be the only one around, so there are many old gravestones, many of the original settlers of that area are buried there. Also, that cemetary is sacred Indian burial ground (you don't fuck with that kind of thing), in fact it is owned by an actual tribe.

Part 2 tomarrow--

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Yes, I have been a complete slacker for almost a week on here. Maybe I should have made it private??? So no one will know what a slacker I've been.

Actually, in all truth, I  usually can't control the Slackeritis. It's partly to do with being depressed, but even more so, now that I have this mystery illness which has virtually stumped my doctors up here in Tahoe. This illness drains me of what little energy I do have.

So, the dishes are piling up, although 3 people live here, and it's mostly 2 people making the mess, only 1 person seems destined to clean it all up!! And I really need to go out in the garage and go through some boxes which have been sitting out there since we moved to this house in May. There are also boxes of my clothes!! and shoes and toiletries out there which my ever helpful boys put AT THE BOTTOM of an ever growing pile of boxes.

I have been meaning to do this for some time now, especially since winter is coming and that means lil' critters. Around Aug. 1 the coyotes started down into our little basin in search of food. Just a couple of weeks ago, there were 10-12 of them across the street from our house. It was about 11pm, they were just kind of meandering around the trees and dry weeds. In our old house we could hear them howling all the time from up in the higher elevations, and let me tell you, if you've never experienced it, to be sitting quietly or trying to sleep on a cold, dark winter night, and hearing it begin, sounding very distant, then picking up and sounding even closer, and you almost don't notice it until it is suddenly upon you, with many, many coyotes howling at once, it is such an eerie, hollow, lonely sort of sound that chills you to the bone.

So they've been howling around here at night. The bears will be down between now & the beginning of Oct. That's when the fun begins. On Tuesday night when you have to put your trash cans out for garbage collection, most times the bears get to it before the garbage man, after which you have to go out to the street and re-live everything you've eaten, blown your nose on, or thrown away in the past week. If you can keep from vomiting until you get back inside, it's better that way. If you simply CANNOT, you will just be one of many standing in the driveway, hurling into your still half full trash can.

Raccoons are trash lovers as well. So, after Sunday, I won't go in the garage by myself ( I know this is ridiculous...) to retrieve what I need to before winter. I'll have to have one of the boys come in with me, maybe even have them bring their swords to ward off the EVIL...squirrel. Yes, that's right I am afraid of him. I can hear you laughing from here. However, he was trying to get INTO those boxes to find things to carry back to "feather" his nest. Probably MY G-D clothes!!! So he comes running out from the pile, scared to death by the boys, darting left and right, because you know, what boy wouldn't chase a squirrel around until he ( the squirrel, not the boy..haha)was in a completely frenzied state. But despite his frenzy, he ran out the way he came in, under the side garage door-you know the one-the regular door with the knob that leads to your garage??? How the hell did he fit under there??? Aye yi yi!!

But I guess that's one of the things I love about living here. It's mostly still a small town, a small mountain town. So, to be riding down the street and see a mother bear and her cubs up in somone's dumpster or see a stray coyote run through traffic to get down the the creek is still, for me, totally bizarre.

"...and I think to myself, what a wonderful world"

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GRRRRRR....

I can't believe I just went and accidently deleted my previous journal entries...

*%#@!  %$*#@!!

I never throw ANYTHING away!

shit

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Tom Cruise News...well, well, well, look who wised up after being dropped by the studio. His lips ought to be an interesting shade of ocre/brown after all the (still insincere) ass-kissing he's been doing. To the studio, to the public, and oh yeah, don't forget Brooke Shields. And while we're on the subject, why does Suri look Asian???

Anyone been keeping up with this CIA secret prison our gov't has? The big argument has been whether or not is is Constitutional.  Since when has any-thing in the Bush administration been constitutional??  haha...But seriously, linking conspiracy theory to conspiracy theory, maybe that's what they've been hiding out there in Area 51??

What's with the big headline "Democrats want Rumsfield out"?? Isn't he dead already??

~~~a moment of silence for the crocodile hunter~~

Scientology, Kabbulah...whatever happened to the good old fashioned religions whose main objective was from the time of birth to the day you died was GUILT. Guilt...that was the only reason to be good. Otherwise one day you steal from the five and dime, the next day your Grandmother dies. And you know it was all your fault. why? GUILT. "Step on a crack, break your Mother's back..." GUILT. You beat your little brother senseless with a light-up Star Wars sword, your Father tells you to mow the lawn, you run over a rock and WHAM! right in the eye. You can't cry. You can't accept your Mother's sympathy-you don't even want a bandage. Why? Because you know you deserved it...GUILT.

Back to School week for us. I only have one to send off in the mornings now, and really, he doesn't need me to send him off, he's 17 after all. So, off he goes in his $70.00 shoes ( remember Keds???they couldn't have been more than $10 ) to battle the lunch lines, and find all his classrooms before the tardy bell rings. And I'm thinking , wasn't it just yesterday he was going off to Kindergarten, another one was off to 3rd and another off to 5th?? We used to do the ceremonial back to school morning, pictures on the lawn, the whole bit. Now, he doesn't even want his school pictures, another one is working and going to school, and another one is married and has a beautiful child. Old sentimental Mom, barely into my forties and already feeling the empty-nest syndrome pangs...

~~peace~~

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