With the current heat index of 105º and still rising, our poor Netherland doe needs a break. So she and the G. pig came in for a little time in the air-conditioned play pen. I think she's shedding enough fur to make a whole new rabbit!
Welcome to project 365. This writer of ghost stories, mother of two, and wife to the Professor, aka "Ghost Hunk" (for 18 years), finds inspiration everyday, even if she sometimes forgets. So for the next year, I will document these little epiphanies, whether it's a bug on the windshield or some brilliant, breathless moment in this crazy life or something in between.
With the project complete, check out some new adventures:
Saturday, July 30, 2011
I'm cheating a little today. It's been hectic, so I'm sliding in another photo from the NC trip. The Latimer house was one stop on our ghost tour, said to be haunted by at least one spirit (named Impy). The story of Mrs. Latimer and her lost children was so interesting that we returned the next morning for an official tour of the house. Who knows why my photo fogged up this way. It was a beautiful (hot) day. Perhaps it was Mrs. Latimer welcoming us to the house. Then again, four of her eight children died in that house before they could reach adulthood. Perhaps it is one of them stopping to pose for the camera...
BACK TO SCHOOL BOOTY
It's a little late, but I was too zonked last night to post the picture. Yes, it's that time of year again. We spent all afternoon hunting down the bargains and the necessities. This is most of it...a few bags have already been distributed to the closets, so the pile is just a tad smaller than the real thing.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Our last day in North Carolina. My own "freaky dead children" fans wearing the artwork of Ghost Son. Stay tuned for a wickedly cool website and your chance to own some original art soon!
It was a hard day. Lots of emotion and a very long drive, complete with tornadic rain and a painfully long traffic tie-up on I-95. Glad to be home, though PA will always be our real home.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Midsummer's Eve has come and gone, but the fairies are still having their fun. Toadstools are everywhere. We found this treasure on our nightly walk. Notice the glowing fairy light in the upper right corner? She's waiting for us to leave...
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
The woods next to us has been reduced to a scrubby lot inhabited by a tribe of dirt piles. Soon there will be a house there. My only hope is that some nice family with a kindred spirit for Ghost Daughter moves in. And maybe plants a bunch of trees...
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Mama Bird. House finches love our porch for some reason. They must know how much we love animals and feel welcome. This particular nest has now been renovated and used at least 4 times. I didn't know that birds would re-use a nest. At the opposite corner, a single chick just flew away from that nest yesterday. I'm not sure whether he belonged to the same pair, but there must be something luck in all of this. I'm hoping...
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Progress. It was inevitable. They are finally clearing the lot next to us so they can build another house. We have had the solitude of 2 wooded lots for the last year, but no more. The rain gave the whole affair a more funereal presence. First he digs around the roots to weaken the tree's hold. Then he scuffs up the bark and pushes the tree back and forth. He digs a little more. He pushes a little more. Finally the whole thing comes down. (It missed the Port-a-Potty, in case you were wondering.) Now when I walk past the sliding glass door to the back yard, I see houses instead of trees. ((sigh))
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Ghost Hunk finally got to give his parents a quick tour of the university. As a souvenir, the Ghost-in-Laws are taking home a couple of crepe-myrtle trees. If anyone can get a southern tree to blossom in Indiana is Ghost Mom-in-Law. It's been so wonderful to have them here and we wish they could stay longer.
Monday, July 4, 2011
The Plains Inn. Today, we took the Ghost-in-Laws to explore the home of former President Jimmy Carter and found the most hospitable, kind people and a very unassuming little town. We spent a lot of time in the Plains Antique Mall which lies beneath the lovely Plains Inn, a remarkable bed and breakfast that is full of charm and history. President and Mrs. Carter participated in the restoration and development of this lovely building. Our wonderful host was the manager, Jan, who took us upstairs and gave us a tour of the gorgeous rooms, each one decorated and named for a specific decade from 1920 to 1980. (The 1930 room is the haunted one!) Ghost Hunk and I can hardly wait to return for a little getaway, and the Ghost-in-Laws are already talking about coming back down for a visit and a stay in Plains. Stop by the website and see photos of all the rooms and then come on down for a visit. If your timing is good, you may even be able to go to church and hear "Mr. Jimmy" teach.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Andersonville Cemetery. On this 4th of July weekend, we took the Ghost-in-Laws to the historic Fort Sumter site where so many POWs lost their lives during the Civil War, most of their names carefully recorded and eventually published by Union soldier Dorence Atwater. The cemetery is still active and continues to inter the remains of American service people and their families. This haunting memorial stands at the entrance to the cemetery, inscribed with a verse from Zachariah: "Turn you to the stronghold ye prisoners of hope."
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Look very carefully. It is difficult to get it on film, but these are the ever-so-vibrant summer-smudged foot prints of a certain Ghost child. Yes, just beside my desk, my very own writer's haven, lies the evidence of my future audience's curiosity. Ghost child also likes to fling herself around in my snazzy office chair, but a girl has got to have leverage...right?! Uh-huh. That would be where my wall comes in. Sorry, ghost prints, but you are history...