Good morning, all! Oy! Did I have weird dreams last night! I now remember little about them except one had to do with Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day, which we had talked about at last night's Christmas Eve dinner, and the other dream involved Tom Jones, his wife Janet Watson, and their sons Sam and Michael. I see the Joneses rarely these days and I do miss them all very much. Then, around 2:30 this morning I believe I was visited by ghosts. This was the second night this week that I've heard footsteps moving around the empty apartment above me, not the heavy tread of the Oaf but quiet steps after the sound of a light switch being turned on, like a circuit breaker.
Several days ago, this was rather unnerving, but last night I was more curious about the whole megillah, sort of like those nights every other month or so for the past 30 years where a spirit clearly moves through the apartment on its way to where and I'm suddenly aware there is more than one presence in the room. I wondered at first if my dad perhaps was checking in, since in the past spirits on Christmas Eve have visited my family. I remember a Christmas Eve around 35 years ago where my mother saw the ghost of her mother and freaked out over it. She wasn't so much frightened as surprised, and then she spent the rest of the evening weeping over it.
So, enough of the nocturnal ambulations at 202 West 82! Today I plan to open all the cards I've received, looking at photos, waxing nostalgic over distant friends, and checking every envelope thoroughly for any potential checks. My gifts are wrapped for my visit to the home of Ron, Dona and Charlotte Raines around 11:30; all I have to do is tag them. After the do, I may see a movie, although I have plenty to watch here.
Who knows?
