The Ghost in the Machine



I went to a writing conference over the weekend. The chickens stayed home with Captain Daddy. Mysterious incidents ensued. 

Each time I braced myself and called home, not one person screamed at me from the other end.

No one called me screaming. Not once.
In fact, at one point, someone sounding a lot like Captain Daddy called me, reporting to be in a jewelry store, and asked me what kind of ring I might have in mind for our ten-year wedding anniversary, which is this Thursday. After I hung up, I stared at the phone for a long while, wondering about that three-planets-in-a-triangle thing from last week which I didn’t really pay attention to. Had it opened up some kind of freakish space warp, and if so, how long it would last?
When I got home, my grocery list had suspiciously vanished from the countertop. The items that had been on it were in the cupboards and refrigerator.
The chickens reported that they’d gone swimming, taken a bath and consumed at least one vegetable in the previous 48 hours.
The tear in my favorite yoga pants had been mended.
My hot tub had been drained, scrubbed, refilled and reheated.
Gear and food for our vacation, to commence today, had been packed.

Hmmm, I wondered. Curious. But I couldn’t ask Captain Daddy about all of this odd business, because he’d left for his day job, saving the world.

I was left alone to ponder whether I would have to hire a special kind of exorcist to deal with ghosts who know what kind of hot dog buns I like, love my children, are good at sewing and wish to buy me jewelry.
Then I came to my senses.

PS Is this picture predictive these things? Or anything else that’s happened in the last decade, for that matter? I think not.

PPS No, of course we were not drunk at our own wedding.
PPPS Okay, just a little.

4 comments


  • Stephanie

    Ha! Mending??! Wowza, that would blow me away!

    August 9, 2010
  • Blooming Eventually

    He's one of few men I know who own a sewing machine. Which I have no idea how to use.

    August 15, 2010
  • Melissa

    Are you willing to rent him out? Just for a little bit…

    August 18, 2010
  • Blooming Eventually

    Sure! He could use the cash. :o

    August 18, 2010

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