Month: December 2018

8:00 AM – There must be A LOT of “critters” in the back yard because Mom made the comment that “those guys are back again catching those critters.” Still no one outside, although there was a city truck that went by earlier that was vacuuming leaves. Maybe those leaves are the critters???

6:05 PM – Mom asked me “Are they still out there?” I have no idea what she’s talking about, so ask “Who…” “The people catching the rodents,” she says. News to me! No one was out there. No one has been out there. No rodents to catch out there.

12:30 AM – Mom came downstairs and asked me “Was that you?” I asked “was that me what?” she replied, “That came upstairs?” I let her know that I have been downstairs since she went to bed about 2 hours ago and no one has been up there. She said “Weird.”

— 2:30 AM – She came downstairs again looking confused and searched around the house. When I asked her what was going on, she just said “It’s weird.” When pressed further, she just said “something’s wrong.” I couldn’t get anything else out of her and she then went back upstairs. A few minutes later and she came right back down saying “it must have been a bad dream.” Still can’t get any details about it from her. She went back upstairs at 2:40 AM.

9:00 AM – Mom asked me if I remember when she grabbed us kids and bolted from the house because of the critters in the back yard. I could not convince her that the groundhog was only hanging around our yard this fall. I also could not convince her that not only did we NOT grow up in this house, but we didn’t even grow up in this county! She stated that she wasn’t going to argue with me, she knows there was a great big groundhog and something smaller like a weasel and that she KNOWS that she grabbed us kids and bolted. (It’s unknown where she thinks she took us or for how long.)

~8:00 PM – While hanging fairy lights in the upstairs TV room, I noticed Mom making a “come here” motion through the mini blinds. When asked who she was waving over, she replied that the “young man” was outside and asked if I seen his fire. I looked out the window, but what she was pointing to was a reflection of lights from the front doors of the post office on a car’s side windows. There was no one outside. — For some back-story on the “young man,” I don’t know who she is talking about, but the story changes about him. At one time, he was in his twenties. At another time, he used to come over to play with my toys (I didn’t grow up here and did not have toys here – but she has called him my buddy). At yet another time, SHE grew up with him, but he was a few years younger than her, so he was a “young man.” This “young man” apparently is being harrassed, tormented or going through some kind of challenge and is… living outside… living in his car???? It’s not clear to me what this “young man’s” problem might be, but to my knowledge, there’s no “young man” that is being tormented or harrassed by anyone, which is strange considering he’s supposed to be my buddy????