boooo?
I have been house sitting lately in Duncan for my parent's friend's mother. She has alzheimers or dementia -- one of those sad diseases where physicists forget how to tie their shoes and mothers can't remember who their children are. So she's gone to live in a senior's home, and I've come to stay here for insurance reasons. At first I wasn't sure about staying here, because what is a twenty-three year old girl and a lap dog going to do in a four bedroom home? I mean aside from all the sweet keggers and orgy parties we plan to have over the holidays.
The thing that bothers me most about this home is that it feels like it should be haunted. It isn't, but it feels like it should be. It's a designer home from the 1950s complete with plush forest green carpets, an indoor green room, and an abandoned fully stocked bar that is crying out for a cocktail party. I need to throw on some heels , a Dior cocktail dress, dust off those liquor bottles, and start saying things like "John Darling, would you be a dear and freshen up Mrs. Henderson's drink". I feel sorry for these lonely bottles because one day after a party they were put away and no one ever touched them again.
It's a house that used to be full of parties and children. Then those children grew up and filled the house with grandchildren. Now though, the grandchildren have grown up and scattered, their grandfather has died and their grandmother is in a home. The house is sad I think. Its people are all gone.
My parent's friend showed me his old room, which aside from some model sailboats, has no evidence that a child ever lived there. I have been trying to imagine what he must have been like as a child, but I can only imagine him as shorter and with more hair. He makes an excellent adult but I imagine him as a stiff awkward child who carried around spreadsheets and a calculator. Still, late at night when it's dark, and the house is making strange noises I wonder if the house is haunted by his childhood ghost. Of course, I know that's silly, and if there were such things as ghosts they would belong to dead people -- not people who are still alive, but I can't shake the feeling that I wouldn't be surprised if I ran into one of the kids when I get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water.
The thing that bothers me most about this home is that it feels like it should be haunted. It isn't, but it feels like it should be. It's a designer home from the 1950s complete with plush forest green carpets, an indoor green room, and an abandoned fully stocked bar that is crying out for a cocktail party. I need to throw on some heels , a Dior cocktail dress, dust off those liquor bottles, and start saying things like "John Darling, would you be a dear and freshen up Mrs. Henderson's drink". I feel sorry for these lonely bottles because one day after a party they were put away and no one ever touched them again.
It's a house that used to be full of parties and children. Then those children grew up and filled the house with grandchildren. Now though, the grandchildren have grown up and scattered, their grandfather has died and their grandmother is in a home. The house is sad I think. Its people are all gone.
My parent's friend showed me his old room, which aside from some model sailboats, has no evidence that a child ever lived there. I have been trying to imagine what he must have been like as a child, but I can only imagine him as shorter and with more hair. He makes an excellent adult but I imagine him as a stiff awkward child who carried around spreadsheets and a calculator. Still, late at night when it's dark, and the house is making strange noises I wonder if the house is haunted by his childhood ghost. Of course, I know that's silly, and if there were such things as ghosts they would belong to dead people -- not people who are still alive, but I can't shake the feeling that I wouldn't be surprised if I ran into one of the kids when I get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water.