“Who ya gonna call? Ghost busters!”
The afternoon was miserable. I locked myself out — all the way out. I was bloody and sweaty and cranky and yucky and clammy and cold. I had no phone, no contacts, no keys. And I was starving. I said to myself, “I need today to be tomorrow, so I can start over, please.”
Times have been trying lately. I’ve been dealing with a lot of ghosts. Ghosts of the past, mostly, but a good number from the present and future, too. I won’t go into it here, because I don’t have time and it’s really not that interesting, but it is just how I think and how I write and this is where I do my writing 🙂
So, that and my not having my ‘minor emergency numbers’ handy — though thankfully I always have my ‘life or death emergency numbers’ handy — made me think of Ghost Busters of which there is a new reincarnation I have yet to see.
And then, Mom says during these trying times to always take everything your elders say — (or really anyone, let’s be honest) with a grain of salt, and lately the sodium content has been climbing. This has made for some down-right difficult moments and at other times rather painfully awkward or cautiously comedic situations.
My grandma suggested I stop blogging, in response to backlash I received for one of my earlier posts. And in my head I was like, take it with a grain of salt, grain of salt, grain of salt (Grandma et al.). No. I am not going to stop blogging because of one person’s negativity. This blog makes me smile, I enjoy writing it and I would hope others enjoy reading it. It was a very salty few days, let me tell you.
In other news, work has been very, very busy. And, inhabited with its own population of ghosts…My coworkers have a habit of sneaking up to the door of my office and then peering in and saying, “Hey, Sam.” which is lovely, except that if I don’t see them or hear them because I’m on the phone, my startle reflex kicks in and I react like someone’s just fired a bullet past my ear.
The startle reflex is something we are all born with, and gradually lose, except if you have CP, in which case, you’re not so lucky 🙂 Read more here and here. Sometimes the sneaking is unintentional, however a growing number of people have learned of its entertainment value and try it just for fun. Some are better at ghosting than others, but I don’t often disappoint.
“Whoa!!!” Paper clips scatter and my pen flies out of my hand and bounces off the wall.
“Hi,” I say. “How’s it going?” 🙂
He laughs, quietly, leaning comfortably against the doorjamb. “Good. How are you?” Weekends are retold and questions answered, files updated and returned in short order and we get back to our days, smiling.
So, more ghosts, more salt and right now, I’m reading MOBY — Diana Gabaldon’s Written in My Own Heart’s Blood (Click here for more info), where ghosts and sodium abound. Ironically sodium is used to repel ghosts. So, does that mean I shouldn’t have any more ghosts? Or does it only work if I throw it over my shoulder and not in an other form? I can’t use it all in sweat and tears, and I have to leave some in the shaker, otherwise, how am I going to eat my popcorn?!
I don’t know.
I do like Diana though, and her writing. She has a wonderful sense of humour, an appreciation for time travel, fascinating characters that leap off the page and a commitment to superb detail and historical accuracy that is simply a joy to read.
I am hungering for tomorrow and a fresh start, to banish more ghosts and looking forward to the weekend that’s just around the corner.