Last week, we got a new roof. Woohoo! We also had the water damage on our ceilings fixed. Another woohoo! I spent most of last week sequestered in our family room because the walls, the doorways and practically everything we own was covered in plastic sheeting. No woohoos for that one.
And I suffered alone. My husband worked out of town that week and he was able to experience the joys of a comfortable bed, a full bathtub & shower, a dresser with drawers he could open and a working television. I shared a room with my parrot, slept on an uncomfortable mattress, made do with a shower (I prefer a tub) and three changes of clothing. The satellite for the TV was disconnected while they worked on the roof and I couldn’t get to my desktop computer, the printer/scanner and external hard drives because they were all wrapped up in plastic.
I spent most of my time on my laptop or Kindle, listening to the hammering on the roof and the singing of one of the unseen painters who were busy on the other side of the plastic. The songs were all in Spanish so I didn’t have a clue what I was listening to, but he had a nice voice and I enjoyed it. When they would leave for lunch I would venture out of my little coccoon to see what progress was being made. It could have been the paint fumes, but once I was on the other side the of plastic I felt as if I had stepped into another world. It was surreal. Ghostly. Ethereal. The perfect setting for a night of supernatural shenanigans and out of body experiences. I decided I had to share it with you.
Anyone in the mood for a ghost story?