Sunday, July 19, 2009
Lions and Tigers and Bears
Saturday, I awoke in time to make it to spinning circle and I took the shawl to show off. We put it on one of the mannequins to display for a few hours where it generated a lot of interest. It is stunning when it's doubled upon itself.
When I got home, I settled in to watch Le Tour and work on the square. I fell asleep listening to Phil and Paul droning on and on in the background. I awoke to the sound of very loud banging on my front door. There was a young man there trying to peddle something and he was holding the storm door open as if he were about to let himself into the house. I locked my front door, told him I wasn't interested in what he was selling and asked him to leave. He just stood there holding my storm door open. I told him his behavior was intimidating and he needed to leave. He started to get snotty. I was a little scared, but apparently not enough because I stood there arguing with him. What is with people? I never open anyone's storm door as though I'm going to walk right in. He finally left and continued down the block but not before he set the tone for the rest of my day and night. I think he put a curse on me.
With this event shadowing the rest of the evening, I managed to scare the hell out of myself several times. I yelped when I saw my own shadow on the stairwell going into the dungeon on two separate occasions within 30 minutes. The first time I saw my shadow, I shut the door to the basement and 30 minutes later, somehow the door was opened and I swear I didn't do that! No laundry got done as a result-you couldn't have paid me any amount of money to go into the basement. Convincing myself the house was haunted or at least full of burglars, I turned on every light in the place to chase away shadows and fear.
This morning as I sat down to knit, I swear I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. I don't know what it was and frankly, I don't think I want to know. Turning up the volume on the TV, I kept going on my sock until I came to a tangled mess of yarn. This NEVER happens to me. Never. I wind all of my own yarn into neat little cakes and use a center pull which helps to keep the yarn neat and tidy. At one point, the yarn was in a horrific mess of tangles and knots and I had to break the working yarn to finish the first sock. It took me nearly two hours to untangle the mess.
Don't tell me I haven't been visited by spirits. Mean ones. I'm no dummy. I've left an offering. I hope it's the scrap of this yarn they wanted and not the Parmesan Reggiano.