All kinds of red and green lights flickered and turned on and off and hard to hear voices interrupted radio stations on constant scan.  A small device kept saying what seemed to be arbitrary words with those of us in attendance trying to make sense of them.  A trek to the basement of a 125 year old building held the promise of something interesting but apparently the spirits were not amused with a voice saying “leave” on that crazy radio.  My friends and I left a little disappointed that we didn’t seen any shadow figures or hear any disembodied voices but it was fun and something different to do.  After all, the idea of spirits in an after life of some kind is intriguing.

The rest of the evening was spent straightening up for the following day and then it was off to bed to get ready for our grandkids who would be staying the day and overnight with us.  We’re both old pros with children, so what could go wrong? Well, if we brought someone home with us, all kinds of things could happen.

Now, I certainly can’t blame a poltergeist for a blizzard coming through,  but I’m starting to wonder about the rest of our day.  The morning they arrived I made breakfast having promised them I would make omelets.  As we were cleaning up, we noticed that the freezer door was a bit ajar and the ice cream was melting.  There wasn’t much so, rather than refreeze it we just threw it away, cleaning out the freezer and the floor and making  sure the door was closed until lunch when I went to get out some burger and it was beginning to defrost too.  Now we knew for sure that the fridge wasn’t working so it was a race against time to eat what we could and figure out what to do with the rest of it.

At some point, one of my husband’s little game systems just died.  Changed the batteries, nothing happened.  It had been just fine until yesterday.  Then I noticed how snippy everyone was getting at each other, even us old people.  Thinking that getting to sleep might be the answer,  we sent the boys off to bed where one promptly dropped his water bottle and more snippiness occurred.  Doug and I finally got to bed and around 2:30 a.m. or so, my phone lit up telling me that my battery was sufficiently charged and at the same time I heard the pipes singing in the bathroom in the hall.  Concerned that the sound would wake up the boys, I jumped up, threw on a robe, walked across the hall and flushed.  And the toilet overflowed.  The one plunger was in my son’s bathroom, so I’m knocking on his door (after I’ve thrown towels on the bathroom floor) to get the plunger and unclog the toilet.  Other than my son and myself, nobody was the wiser except maybe someone who followed us home.

This morning the fun didn’t stop as I decided to finish up some laundry and there was some kind of gum, shredded up and stuck all inside the dryer.  Not my circus, not my monkeys so I got the culprit and had him scrape it all out so I could finish. I’m not naming names.

The boys were up and roughhousing at 7:30 this morning, which wouldn’t normally be a big deal but not so much when you were up at 2:30 unclogging a toilet. Grandpa walked through the snow to get breakfast since everything was now defrosted and we enjoyed a combination of burritos and donuts.  Well, I only enjoyed the donuts, but to each his own.  After breakfast we got the boys to help pack up to go home and in his zeal to help, one of the boys pulled his mattress past the Kokopelli art piece I have and ripped a hole in the mattress.  If it could go wrong, it certainly did.

We were told that if something attaches and goes home with you it usually only lasts about 24 hours.  Well, things have calmed down quite a bit and nothing has broken or stopped working for a little while so maybe our guest has left.  Perhaps this is “not me”, the poltergeist we had while the boys were growing up.  After all, they never did the crazy things that happed in the house, it was always “not me”.  So next time I go to one of these paranormal investigations,  I’ll be sure to not bring “not me” home with me.