A lot of things have happened this weekend, but the biggest one with the most impact is that our youngest son, Shaun, has moved back home for awhile. I don’t even want to talk about it because it’s personal. It’s good right now, but I’m guardedly optimistic, which is what I told a good friend tonight.
So things are different here in the manor house on the hill, but I’ll tell you one thing. We have one very excited dog. George loves our son, Shaun. And Miss Blackie is quite content, too. She gets to sleep in her favorite room in the house, a room that my son told me today that he believes may be haunted. But that he likes it anyway.
I was dumbfounded. Haunted? Yes, he told me. Once he was falling asleep while visiting, and suddenly it got very cold in the room. Weird cold, he told me. He felt like he wasn’t alone, but he wasn’t afraid, and it was like that for about five minutes. I have never felt these things here. And yes, Adrienne, and Peg, and Colleen, if you’re all reading this, it was the guest room that you always stay in when you come.
All I feel is joy in this house. And if there’s a ghost, I think it’s a good one.
I took a drive to Chesapeake City today and snapped this photo of the bridge I traveled over for ten years when we lived ‘below the canal’ on the horse farm. The bridge is very high and traverses the Chesapeake & Delaware Canal (the C&D Canal), a shipping lane for cargo ships. The waterway is a shortcut from the Delaware River to the head of the Chesapeake Bay.
The grape hyacinths are up.
And we had plenty of sunshine this weekend.
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Tonight I’m watching this:
It airs Sundays at 8 PM on the Discovery Chanel and is a seven-part documentary. Better get going because it’s starting soon.
Hope your week is off to a good start. Thanks for stopping by, my friends . . .