Travelin' Light

Oh goody, I hope this means you're going to play!

Sadly, no. I really ain't a genius. Actually, I've never taken an IQ test, but I bet I'd know it if I were smart enough to qualify. I wish I were smarter, but I gots to make do with what the good lord gave me. Anyway, I'm flattered beyond measure that you would think so. Kind-of makes my day, actually.

And I saw your post, Isabel. You're an interesting chick.

I'll get off your lawn when I'm finished using ketchup to make your lighted Christmas yard decorations look like car-crash victims. You're right- civilization is overrated.

And you guessed it! Number two is the lie. It's actually mustard that I feel so passionately about, but I haven't tried it on waffles. Yet.

I'm thinking of making a new list where I tell four lies and one truth and seeing who can guess it. I had the idea only because I'm so boring that making up fantastical facts about myself was more fun than listing tedious-but-true minutiae. You should do it too. Your blog is funny. I'm sure it would crack me up.

Oh, that's so sweet! The difficulty in accepting #4 as true, that is. Not the ketchup. I actually think ketchup is a bit disgusting. But I'd take it hands-down over a glistening glop of mayonnaise.

Ha ha! You're so sweet to say so! But, it's true. Actually, for a long time I was very anti-marriage. I lived with a guy for 9 years once, and he probably would have proposed if I hadn't always been talking about how marriage was an archaic system designed to keep women down, and saying stuff like, "Don't you ever even think about buying me a ring, Buster!" I feel differently now, but still no takers.

I agree about lips au naturel. I don't like to wear that stuff myself, but sometimes I think it looks pretty so I do anyway. I'm going to your page right now to check out your list. Glad you played, man.

Well, the first time was right after my grandmother died. I dreamed I was in her house (I actually live in that house now) with all our relatives, going through her things and dividing them up between us, an activity which actually took place several weeks later. I looked out the front windows and saw my grandmother moving toward the house across the front lawn. She still looked old, like my grandmother, but healthier and lovely and kind of emitting light. It was golden-white. I was amazed, and began alerting my other family members to her presence, but none of them could see her. I wasn't afraid, only I wanted everyone to see what I saw. They acted like I was crazy. My grandmother moved into the room through the windows, and as she stood before me, she radiated peace and happiness and light. She spoke to me, but wasn't using her mouth or her actual voice. Rather, I was made to understand her meaning using some other kind of esoteric communication. The words were very clear, however, as she informed me that she was okay, that she was at peace, that she was all better now. She wanted me to tell everyone in the family this message.

I did tell some of them, but they all thought it was weird and that I was crazy. I'm used to people in my family thinking I'm crazy, but I was disappointed that I couldn't relay her message in a more meaningful way. Of all the grandchildren in the family, I think I was closest to her, though we weren't exactly close. She had always seemed distant and cold, but living in her house I've learned some things about her that have been very illuminating.

The second time was in New Orleans, on the last vacation I took to that city before actually moving there. It was in the Bourbon Orleans Hotel, and I was visited by the very angry ghost ofa civil war soldier who kept telling me his name and was very insistent that I remember it. I was frightened by this ghost, but intrigued. Sadly, I was unable to remember his name in the morning. Goes to show how important it is to write stuff down. For some time afterwards, I was obsessed with doing research to try and figure out who he had been, but I never came across anything relevant. Poor soul. Actually, that hotel room had several "ghostly" things happen while I was staying there, but he was the only ghost I actually saw.

Yeah, there's all kinds of stuff going on with reality that we can't see or fully understand. I used to think that delving into it would reveal to me some of life's great mysteries, but maybe some things are better left unexplained. Ghosts and dead people are scary to me now. Sometimes I hear voices but I try to ignore them. I've got enough real stuff to figure out. I live alone, and the last thing I need is a chronic case of the heebie-jeebies.