[House history: built 1920 as a men’s get-away cabin with Michigan basement, 2 bedroom, 1 bath; addition put on by the previous Owner who had a heart attack and died in the garage that has since been burned off.]

Ok yesterday I felt like I was hit by a Mac truck and I had a most sad dream during my nap. I dreamt a female relative was so sad, because He, a male family member, died. The boys were wild as ever and they had a friend who was spending the night; which my husband approved while I was taking a nap having that dream.

Then he left to run errands so I awoke alert, yet very achy and watched the boys and their friend the best I could alone in my condition. They were all upstairs in the TV room which is the room off the front entry of our tiny home. They wanted to play and I wanted desperately to go to bed at 10pm. I took some aspirin for my aching self and headed down to my bed in the basement which is under the kitchen. My husband came home at nearly 11pm. I told him of my agony and we went to sleep.

We do not have carpeted floor, which works well since we have a 4 month old puppy now and my dogs (Labs) will not go into our basement, because the stairs are VERY narrow; at least I hope that is the reason anyway.

The kitchen garbage can is a tall green, plastic one which the boys lost the lid to many years ago. I keep it under the kitchen sink which has no door, so I propped a metal folding chair in front of it to deter the puppy.

It was about 2:35am when I heard what sounded like a crowbar or heavy metal object like the chair dropped over my head onto the kitchen floor. Immediately I thought, “Oh if the puppy knocked the chair and garbage down our 13 year old dog will scold her! I have to go upstairs.” So I listened, because I was in horrible pain thinking my husband would take care of the situation. He didn’t. I heard puppy’s running feet and our older dog’s feet, but they maybe made some sounds and ran in a circle and away. I thought, “I’ll deal with it later. It sounds like everything sounds is ok.”

I was happily dozing when at 5:45am I heard a BANG! Louder than the first time, so I throw on my slippers and run up stairs, because I was SURE this time the puppy was up to trouble. NOTHING! There was nothing that had fallen no one was up not even the puppy. I was the only one in the house to hear the loud sound twice.

And now it begins. This home usually does weird things from August rising intensely into November.

Now I wonder if I will get a call or e-mail, because there is a looming sadness that is still here after my painful nap yesterday. And will I get an answer to my dream’s question, “Who has passed and why is She so sad?”

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