happens every year. The Autumnal Equinox comes and goes, and we head
for the Celtic New Year. Yup, its Samhain-tide, when the veil between
the worlds grows thin, and we prepare for the gates of Life and Death
to swing wide on October 31st.
as the barrier between the worlds becomes more and more permeable,
things begin to happen. I've often told my Wiccans, “At
Samhain-tide, if it can go wrong, it will.” Happily, no permanent
harm is ever done. It's just annoying. Your computer crashes, the
tires go flat, you can't seem to keep hold of open bottles which
bathe your rugs in soda, etc. You trip on your own feet and start a
domino effect of things falling into other things with ludicrous
speed. Yeah. Samhain-tide.
who have passed on find ways to let us know they are here. Things
tend to happen at my house which would turn the hair of “normals”
white – if they believed me. But THIS year, in a few instances,
I've had WITNESSES! Oh yes! Huzzah! Vindication at last!
on Parade: The first indication that things were starting up
was the Greenie bag. Rufus LOVES Greenies. He will sit up, bark, say
“I love you”, high five, and invade your personal space until he
gets one. So, in the middle of a crystal lesson with friend Bob, I
had to do a Greenie brake. I then placed the sealed Greenie bag back
in my sofa-side basket.
minute later, it started to walk. OK, I told myself, the contents are
just shifting. The bag grew still, and I went back to the lesson.
The bag started to walk again. I paused; silence fell. I started
teaching once more, and I heard rustling. I beckoned Bob over and
simply said, “Watch this bag.”
bag started to move around the basket. “The bag is moving” stated
Bob. The bag went quiet and never moved again. BUT! Can I have a
We Go: The next little trick had no witness, which is good. I
was sitting on the loo when my knee walker decided to take a
walk...by itself. I managed to snare it at the last moment and pull
it back. “Don't muck with that,” I yelled. “I need it to walk!”
hasn't strayed since.
Rufus saw the next instance, not that he'd tell you. He's still mad
at me for this year's Halloween costume. I read before going to
sleep. I sit on my bed, and use a set of hug lights. (If the room is
too bright, Mr. Rufus does not settle down.) Because the hug light
eats up batteries, I always have extra in my knee-walker basket.
This particular night, as I tried to plow through yet ANOTHER Laurel
K. Hamilton sex-fest, there came a rustling from my walker basket.
Suddenly, a battery hurled itself out of that one and into a basket
on the floor by my end table.
and I looked at each other, then down into the basket. “Nice shot.”
I said to no one in particular, and returned to my book.
up: The Curious Incident of the Keurig in the Daytime.
My wonderful housekeeper, Gocha, made me a cup of coffee. The
machine spit out a full cup of Pumpkin java, then stopped. Gocha put
on the lid, handed it to me, and stood talking as I sat at the dining
room table. Minutes go by. Then, we both hear a gurgle, and Gocha
makes a drive fore the machine. Mr. Coffee decided to make HIMSELF a
cuppa, so he turned himself on, then brewed and spewed himself some
liquid caffeine, sans cup. Witness #2!! Thankfully, Gocha agreed to
be Alarmed: I had a very long day, filled with a lot of stops
and a lot of walking. By evening, I was done in, and fell asleep at
my computer. I woke up to the panicked bark/voice of Rufus saying,
“Mama! Mama!! MAMA!!!” (No, it's not magic. Rufus can say a few
words.) My poor bunny boy kept looking over his shoulder towards the
hall, from which emanated a constant tinging. My first thought was
the furnace room. Something in there has been buzzing since June. If
it was now “tinging” as well, I'd have to break down and call
Rufus behind me, I rolled towards the furnace doors. No tinging. It
was coming from my bedroom! There I found an alarm clock, which I
haven't used in 3 years, buried in the bottom of my floor basket,
next to the flying battery, ringing its heart out. It rang for over
10 minutes. This alarm clock isn't designed that way.
Last week, I had my friend Helen visiting for a few days. The
evenings were nicely cool, so we watched TV with my back sliding door
open (The screen was closed.) Suddenly, there was a loud “TWANG!”
against the screen.
was THAT?” I shouted. Helen suggested it was just a big bug. I
thought it would have to have been a 20lb bug, but let it pass.
next evening, after she retired, it happened again. I ignored it.
After taking Helen home on Thursday, I opened the door once more. My
neighbor happened to come by and walk up to the screen to say hello
to Rufus. It was then we discovered that the bottom had been pushed
in, as though something had tried to enter. Good thing I warded my
home. 20lb. bug my aunt Fanny. The screen gets fixed tomorrow. Maybe
it will last past October 31.
are 11 days left until the big night. If I start to find teeth marks
in the cold cuts, toys lined up in my bedroom doorway starring at me,
or “Hi!” written in Rufus pee across the rug, we're out of here.
Days Inn, here we come!
mentioned, Rufus hated his costume this year. Actually, hate doesn't
even come close. I wanted this to be a great photo session since it
might be his last. Epic fail. As you can see, the best shots featured
him giving me the stink eye, and the costume. We may just try
something a bit more enjoyable. I'd hate for his last costume to be a
torture device. (PS: He's suppose to be an owl.)
It's so hard being her shih tzu...
a little Halloween treat that doesn't suck. His name is Teddy Bear.