Henry David Thoreau
This morning, just as I was waking up but still in a dream-like state, I saw a woman. She was sitting with her back to me, wearing a dark robe. She had dark brown hair, and she was holding up five dark feathers which had beautiful gold designs running down the middle of them. Someone near and dear to me had mentioned that when Little Ma was getting near her end, that they had whispered to her to, show them "feathers" when she got where she was going. That way, every time they saw feathers in this world, they would know that Hazel was thinking of them. When I saw that picture in my sleep, I was hoping that maybe Hazel was also sending me the same message. But I could have sworn that it was MY mother (looking like she did when she was young with dark brown hair) that was the woman holding the feathers. A sweet thought that the message was coming from both of them?
Another odd occurrence happened this past Saturday to a friend, I will call "Jane". Jane got a call on her personal cell phone from a man who wanted to know what she was doing. She replied "nothing". He continued to talk weirdly to her, calling her by the name of "Laurie" until she asked who was calling. He then retorted, "Bob. Bob Shove-It-Up-Your-Butt Bob. (How rude! and disgusting!) When Jane told him that he had the wrong number, he went off like a stick of dynamite and insisted that he was talking to "Laurie". After putting up with some crude, nutty talk, Jane hung up. Bob called back, and asked if her husband, "Joe", was there and was that the reason she couldn't talk now. Huh??? Jane told him that he had the wrong number and not to call back. He kept calling back. That's when the threats started. He swore he would call her place of work at some law firm and tell them what a b---- she was and on and on. The next time he called, Jane had her husband, Ron answer and tell this high on drugs/drunk nutcase that he was dialing the wrong number. Bob said some pretty scary things, including slitting "Joe's" throat. Again they hung up and didn't answering following calls (Caller ID showed RESTRICTED for the calling number). Later checking voice mail, there were several messages with this guy saying some scary things. Later he called back, and Ron answered again. The nutcase told him his address!!! and invited him to come to his place to fight him. They called their phone company and but they said that they couldn't block RESTRICTED calls, and after checking, the local police couldn't do anything, so that was that. The next day, Jane got one more call from Bob, but let it go to voice mail. Again with the threats. Her message to anyone who gets a whacko phone call, do not encourage or continue to answer the phone if the number on Caller ID keeps showing the same thing. It was very unnerving for Jane and Ron, and could have turned into something more dangerous.
BRRRR! It is cold and SNOWY. I am hoping the snow will last until the temperature warms up a bit so that the grandkids can sled down our really neat "sledable" hill. Last year, every time we got a bunch of snow, the air temp was so horribly cold, that it wasn't safe for them to be out sledding.
I have kept busy doing year-end book work for the company and staying in where it is warm. I need to get to the eye doctor for a check-up, and back to the dentist. I have discovered that chemo has affected my eyesight to quite a degree, my hearing (huh? what did ya say?), my teeth, and my balance. Along with the white hair, I don't even resemble the person I was last year at this time. I can't see, hear, walked straight, or bite on anything really crunchy without fear of breaking a tooth. YIPES! I ran into an old friend the other night. When I called out her name, she looked at me oddly. I told her who I was and she laughed, saying that she thought I was my older sister, Judy. It also doesn't help that I have started taking a daily pill (which has to be taken for the next FIVE years), and one of it's side effects is . . . weight gain. Sigh. Just another day in paradise.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL