Update on Aug.24th event

  The case of the haunted doll house has not been explained. The broken doll house chair never did reappear. The children still insist the chair was not there when they put the doll house furniture back into the dollhouse and that they did not break it. Grandma believes they did not break it as it was not a piece of furniture that was ever in that dollhouse before. Grandma, once a confirmed skeptic, is not so certain anymore that strange, unexplained events can't happen in old houses. Whatever the cause.

Wifes strange encounter

Thursday night my wife had an unusual experience. But I had best begin around 11:30pm when we took our two schnauzers out for their nightly walk. I had the younger dog because she is the most rambuncious and doesn't lead well. My wife takes the older more mannered salt and pepper male. I was walking Shadow across the front lawn when she suddenly started running in circles and jerking the leash. She had gotten stung by a honeybee, obviously, in the grass. It was definitely a honeybee because it was still on her when I got her back inside. Any of you who have a house dog would know what a "baby" they can be when hurt. We used everything we could think of on her paw to take out the sting but she was being super pathetic. She was carrying-on pretty bad and my wife has a very part-time job and was going to work the next day and was lamenting that she wouldn't get any sleep. I suggested she go to one of the guest rooms and I would try to settle down out stricken pup. Actually, Shadow, did settle down and went to sleep about 2:30am with the afflicted paw stretched out like a school crossing guard. Around 5:00am my wife aroused me by coming back to our bedroom.  Half asleep, I heard her say, "I'll tell you in the morning", and I went back to sleep. So morning came and our severely wounded dog was up and wanting to play, no sign of  last nights tragic events. That was good, of course, but at breakfast my wife related a most interesting tale. In the first place I never dreamed she would choose the Green Room for her nights rest. That room has always had a bit of a reputation for the weird. I really thought she would choose the the more benign Noah room. Anyway sometime during the night my wife felt someone get into bed. Thinking it was me she said,"Hows Shadow?" She got no answer so she rolled over facing the "occupied?" side of the bed. Light from a large nearby window revealed no one there. So she ran her hand across the side of the bed and felt the slump, but nothing else. Then the bed suddenly returned to normal as if something had just got up. She decided it was expedient to return to the master bedroom and hope the pup had settled down. At lest twice in my life I have experienced that same thing, both times were a long time ago in different houses and times. I still have no idea what causes this weird phenomena.

Here we go again

   Things in this house disappear and often reappear. Sometimes they never reappear and sometimes they reappear in totally unethical places. This morning I needed to take some medicine and vitamins. I keep them in a large circular pill box that divides the doses into daily allotments for a week. This is no small pill box, it measures about 8 inches in diameter. The pill box is normally on the kitchen table. If I fill it and forget to put it on the table then it should be with the vitamins on the kitchen work area beside the sink. This morning I looked the table over, no pill box. Really, other than salt and pepper, a jar for straws, and a caddy for outgoing mail and a bottle of honey, thats about it.  Certainly no way to hide a large pill box. So I checked the kitchen counter. The bottles of herbals and vitamins were there but no pill box. Makes no sense, I know that no one has taken that pill box out of the kitchen so I go over the whole kitchen even to looking inside the cabinets. Keep in mind I'm home alone unless you count two schnauzers, but they can't really reach the table and what would they want with a pillbox full of nasty tasting pills? So I came to the original male conclusion that my wife must have put them some place else. I went into the library with the intent of calling her and asking. Her place of business phone was busy. Figuring I'd have to wait til she got home to ask, I gave up on the quest and returned to the kitchen for a bit of lunch. There on the table, about where I would put my dinner plate was the missing pill box. There is no way that that pill box was there when I was going nuts trying to find it. Thats a bit too obvious for even the most irresponsible of males to overlook. That box was not there, then it was, period. This has happened before, but it has been a while. The candelabra bulbs are still missing.