Tuesday, September 05, 2006

My Ghost

The ghost in my house was really having fun last night. A whole pile of books in my spare room suddenly fell with a tremendous thud in the middle of the night, waking me from a deep sleep. And when I ignored that--after all, what could I do?--a pair of jeans drying over my door on a clothes hanger, which had been there safely all day, suddenly dropped to the floor. Two can play at that game, I said, and kicked out at a pile of books on a chair at the bottom of my bed, making them ricochet from the wall before scattering across the carpet noisily. It's just faintly possible I have lived alone too long.


Janey... said...


That visualization of you saying, "BOO!!!" to your ghost made me chuckle first thing in the a.m.

Bruce Hodder said...

Yeah, I really showed him, didn't I? I can be a real grouch in the middle of the night.

This morning I passed the pile he knocked over and the last book that had fallen off was "Harlot's Ghost" by Norman Mailer. Coincidence? or autograph by my non-rent-paying housemate? Or have I just smoked far too much pot in my life ann am now paying the price? I know what I think, but I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions.