OK, this place is haunted, there is no other explanation. Our kitchen floor is lovely white textured ceramic tile. When it is clean, it is beautiful. When someone spills a drop of water, it looks filthy in less than 10 minutes.
Yesterday I did a lot of cooking and of course the floor got messy looking. After the cookies were safely stored away and the dishwasher was doing its third load of the day, I mopped the floor and it looked beautiful. That was an hour ago. I just woke up to pee and get a drink of milk and found a small pile of dry dirt in the middle of the kitchen floor.
All of the doors and windows are closed and locked. Hubs and fuzzbutts have been in bed since the cookies started baking, so I know it wasn’t them. It wasn’t kitty litter. We don’t have holes in our roof and the cats don’t have any way to bring dry dirt inside even if they were awake.
I took a timed/dated pic and swept the dirt up and am now on Amazon looking at nanny cams. Hubs has suggested getting some so we can see what the fuzzbutts have been getting into while we were sleeping and I’m suddenly agreeing. Plus, it would be fun to be able to get those cute playing vids we can never get because our cats have always been allergic to cameras.
From last week:
I could not sleep well while FIL was dying in the back bedroom. Constantly listening in my sleep. Happily, I was still working so was able to leave the house for the day, poor Hubs was a total mess by the end.
You can come to our place. This will be the first Thanksgiving we have ever spent alone (just the two of us) and it will be rather lonely.
You must be so happy to be working so you can bring food to potlucks as well. I hope the job is going well and that you like the work.
If I’m ever a mad ghost, I will not waste my energy dropping dry dirt on a floor. What I drop will be much harder to clean up.
Have I ever told you guys about the ghosts at the AZ Memorial at Pearl Harbor? I sure hope not because you will get the story again.
I was a janitor. I spent most of my day cleaning up the lady’s restroom (women can be serious slobs, I was scrubbing toilets half the time and just picking trash up the rest. the mens room wasn’t nearly as ick, but I wasn’t supposed to clean there because of the no girls in the boy’s room thing. I still did when co-worker got swamped, which is how I know.) or dumping trash cans. After the visitor center closed, there were four people left. One useless park ranger (many stories about that guy), my boss, big male Hawaiian co-worker and myself.
They would get in a little motor boat and putt to the Memorial to clean (no, I did not ever floozy in the actual Memorial, but motor boat sex did happen. Not with married co-worker or boss of course). I would get started on the restrooms and had a routine.
For those who don’t know, the AZ Memorial Visitor’s Center is built on the edge of a swamp. It has piers in the basement that have to be adjusted every six months or so.
So…to my story. Boss and coworker were out on the memorial and I was cleaning the lady’s room. I had already done the toilets and had started on the sinks when I heard a groan. Hmmm says I, but then I heard a moan and looked into the mirrors and saw all of the toilet doors swing open. HMMMM! says I while I start scrubbing the sinks in overdrive.
All of a sudden, MOAN and GROAN and all of the stall doors slammed closed and something hit me on the head.
I was out of there. I ran right past the useless ranger (who never noticed a thing) to the dock and forgot all about the walky-talky on my hip. Boss and coworker were already on their slow way back so I started screaming and jumping up and down while waving my arms in the air.
Coworker: Boss, go faster, someone’s raping and killing her!
Boss: We can see her from here, she’s still alive!
When they landed I told them all about what had happened. Native Hawaiians at that time still had a lot of ancestor worship ingrained so of course they knew it was because the ghosts were upset. John and I hid behind our boss while we snuck back to the restroom (no worries about the useless ranger, we didn’t want the ghosts to hear us) and probably looked like the Three Stooges when we peeked around the door sill.
The re-leveling had caused the building to flex so much that the ceramic tile had cracked up one wall and across the ceiling - dropping a piece on my head.
I now also have Sesame Street (which I’d almost bought with the others), the Lincoln Memorial, and the US Capitol Building heading my way. After ordering the White House set I got to wondering whether there were other retired DC-related sets, and now I’ll have three of them – but I think all of them will need to wait until next year to be put together, because of the lack of available display surfaces while the Christmas decorations are out. Now I really won’t buy any more until all of these are put together.