We’re certainly having some interesting weather moving thru our area, and after reading a national weather report, I was growing anxious over North Iowa getting hit with the severe storms the areas to the south of us were predicted to get, but it looks like the worst of that storm moved to the east, but I was also told there was another one following not far behind, which I hope won’t be as nasty as the first. Thank goodness I wasn’t out in it much today because that wind and random showers was enough to keep anyone indoors.
Having just today received the list of music I’m to play over at First Congregational Church this Sunday, I happened to notice one I hadn’t played in years, and because I’d never played it for them, I was concerned it was possibly a song with the same name but a different melody, so I headed over to their church and started practicing it, and a few minutes after their office manager showed up, I found he didn’t readily have the music for it, but he did finally find it and made a copy of what the congregation was to sing, and sure enough, it was the same one. Because of the way in which it was written, I decided to play it on their grand piano instead of the organ, and only due to the way that piece was written, and most likely for a piano. There are definitely certain hymns that don’t sound right when played on an organ, and that’s definitely one of them.
When I finished up over there, I headed over to a my long-time customer/client who was in need of someone to re-attached a toilet paper holder which wouldn’t stay on the wall. When I got there, she already had a handful of tools for me to pick from, but the only ones in needed, was a pair of pliers and a set of allen wrenches. After fussing with it for a good half hour, I finally managed to get it re-attached. I did mention it likely had a manufacturing flaw because I had to use those pliers to make an adjustment.
We did have a nice visit about some recent happenings in her life, and about all I could do, was encourage her to take each day as it comes, and diligently work at getting accustomed to the many changes she’s having to acclimate herself. I strongly assured her that it all takes time, which according to her, was the first time anyone having mentioned the fact that such adjustments in lifestyles doesn’t happen overnight. My goodness! I was almost ready to encourage her to seek out more understanding friends than the ones she has, but I kept my mouth shut.
Another errand I had to run, was to deliver an ‘ancient’ abstract to our title company for continuation, and when I looked at the last entry, it had been over 35 years since it had last been continued, so there’ll likely be some extra entries needing to be made. Yes, in the more mobile modern times in which we live, it’s unusual to find someone owning a home for that many years, but there are still some who dig their heels in for the long haul. I know we have certifications for century farms, but why can’t there be such a thing for century homes in cities and towns? Truth be told, I’ve sold a handful of homes over these many years which were in a given family for over 100 years.
Speaking of long-term ownership. I have to share my thoughts about my having discovered that long-term ownership is one of the four factors I came up with which oft-times would reveal there likely being unnatural happenings taking place in and around those homes and country homesteads.
What I’ve come to believe, is those homes having had absorbed so much energy from those long-term and likely multi-generational occupants, that after those people died, their energies continue to resonate in those structures. Almost always, whenever I’ve sensed, seen or heard something, it’s not malevolent, but rather just letting me know they’re there, but there’s been very few which would radiate malevolence, and for sure once I realized how naughty they were, I worked very hard at not be in or around those homes for any length of time, because they’d start affecting me in noticeably bad ways. For whatever reason, the homes where suicides took place, are almost always the ones which have the greatest affect on me. The most recent event took place several years ago, and at the time I couldn’t understand why I was acting the way I was, but it wasn’t until the next day, I did manage to do a little investigating on my own, and sure enough, there was a suicide that took place in that home. To this day, you couldn’t pay me to go back into that home. Yes, it was very unsettling.
After getting all my real estate work completed for the day, I went back to my little nook and began cracking black walnuts, and in spite of my not getting as many cracked as I wanted, I later found I’m now on the downhill stretch, so hopefully that last storage bin will soon be empty and I can then move on to more pressing chores I’ve had on hold.
If tomorrow’s weather isn’t so nasty, I’m going to spend likely three hours or more getting some stripping done, just so I can then work on the final touch-ups on a room I’ve been pecking away at for far too long. I dare say it’s already looking better than expected, so I guess all that extra work will in the end, be worth it. After it’s all finished, I guess I’ll still be able to teasingly tell people that in spite of my ancient age, I’m likely still one of the best male strippers in Mason City. Too funny!
Tonight’s One-liner is: It takes a long time to bring the past up to the present.
