An evening at home

Two pictures from my porch. Max loves laying on the lawn, so it’s usually how he spends his evenings.

The new place is coming along nicely. It has been taking some getting used to though, but I know that has everything to do with the fact that I was in the other place for almost nine years.

I’ve overwhelmed myself again. I seem to do that a lot. I don’t set out to do that, but before I know it, I’ve got way too much on my plate, and I’m not doing anything. Today, I learned a new lesson for myself. I’ve been trying it for some time, and I do seem to get more accomplished in a day using this new system. Five chores at a time.

I make a list of five things, and do one at a time. I did make one list that was not working for me though, and I make a list of five new things. I’m not done for the day, but Max and I seemed to have gotten side tracked and I didn’t do as much as I would have liked to. But like I said, the days not over.

Things are better in a lot of ways, but I had a few rude awakenings lately. I’m not as smart as I thought I had become, but … I haven’t given up yet. Not yet anyway. I feel more positive than I have in awhile. I’m seeing things clearer than I have in a very long time. If ever.

A big part of what I’m becoming, is because of my parents. I’ve always thought I lived the best life… one that I thought they’d appreciate for me. But I know that I haven’t exactly been one to show that I’m really trying. I say it all the time, but what do I have to show for my efforts?

I’ve got a better feeling about things, than I have in a long time. And if I’m not feeling good about things, it’s usually something else to blame. Eating wrong. Hormones. Not taking my meds. No caffeine. Whatever the reason, there is a reason. And it’s up to me to figure it out before I react.

It really is a beautiful night. I love this view much better than the parking lot view before.

One of the projects I had been trying to work on, I was trying to come with a list of road side attractions in Utah to start writing about. Once I did that, I froze.

Right now, there’s another … episode that I’m trying to help a friend with. At least I want to.

I don’t know how you feel about this, and actually, I’m not really sure how I feel either. But I have a friend that has a demon in her house.

To say that, feels just as crazy as it probably sounds. But I don’t have a clue what to do to help her.

There aren’t really any groups that I’ve found here in Salt Lake. None that appear to be legitimate that I’ve found anyway. 20 years ago, I knew people. I knew that Utah
Ghost Hunter Society. Right before I moved to Milwaukee, they had asked me to front their Riverton group.

I was interested in that stuff here, but when I moved to Milwaukee, Colette and I got wrapped up in the rock n roll scene, and it fell to the weighside.

Since then, I’ve thought about getting back into the scene, just for investigation. It’s interesting to hear those other voices on the tape that you know weren’t there when you walking. (EVP).

But this one’s a whole different thing ball game.

I’m not going to lie. I haven’t watched Ghost Adventures in years. In fact, I can tell you the episode that made me turn it off, and not watch it again for many years… it was the guy in Ogden. I didn’t believe him at all, and I was disappointed in the guys. Really? There weren’t any better places to go?

But … I still believe that those guys do that, so I wrote Zak Bagans a letter for her, and asked her to call her. If nothing else, if he knows anything about anyone up here that can help her.

That’s been throwing me for a loop, because I haven’t thought about that stuff in years. Literally. But it always interested me. But living alone, I never dove back in.

I don’t know that’s got me perplexed.

On that note, I suppose it’s back inside for me. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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