Dream

I can probably assign this one to my subconscience. Night before last I had a very vivid dream that I had entered the upstairs bathroom to find my tangerine tree half dead for lack of water. Keep in mind I also have a banana tree a coffee plant, rosemary plant and a navel orange tree in that room. The next morning I checked all the plants and found only the tangerine in serious need of water. Coincidence? Subconscience? Just an interesting observation.

Footsteps return

Its been months since unaccountable sounds of footsteps have been heard in this house, The accurance of these sounds use to be so coomon that they were almost mundane. However the house has been very quiet this winter, in general. Yesterday my wife went into town for a while and I and the two Schnauzers stayed home. I was catching up on some E-mail and the dogs were sacked out next to the heat registers in the dining room. We have a heavy bronze knocker on the front door and a doorbell. Early on we learned that, quite often, neither can be heard from the backrooms in the house. At lest, my wife and I cannot hear them. Our dogs, on the other hand, are quick to tell us if either form of noise maker is used. Yesterday as I sat reading E-mail in the Library the doogs started raising a runkus that someone was at the front door. The door between the Diningroom and Parlour was shut, as it normally is, so thats as far as they could go. I left the Library walked across the Diningroom to the Parlour door , went through it, across the Parlour and through the Parlour door, which was also shut, and into the front hall and to the front door. I found a girlscout selling cookies and my papergirl both there. Closing the front door , with a lighter wallet, I retraced my steps back to the Library , closing both the Parlour and Hall door as I went. I hadn't much more than started on my E-mail again when I distinctly heard what I thought was the front door opening and footsteps on the hardwood floor in the hall. The dogs went berserk as usual running to the Parlour door. Knowing my wife doesn't use the front door, I again retraced my steps back to the front of the house, opening and closing each door as I went. The front door was bolted as it always is. No one could have entered. No one was in sight anywhere. Returning to the Library, I got to thinking "How on earth could I have heard the front door open and footsteps?" I was in the library with two heavy walnut doors between me and the front door. When we can't hear the door knocker or front bell from the library, a door opening (it is not a noisy door) or footsteps would be nothing in comparison. Yet the dogs heard it and reasoned the same part of the house that I had. What did we hear? This is not uncommon here; yet still one would like to know just what is going on.