Owls, grabbos and old dead men

Well, I made it through the day without another visit from the Grabbos. Sometimes those pesky critters will hang around for days. Has anyone else had this happen? Have you ever been sitting or standing somewhere, usually alone, and suddenly you think you see someone out of the corner of your eye? This happened to me several times yesterday and I think that is why the Grabbos visited last night. And, the man who owned this house before Leslie bought it died in the bedroom I am using. Normally, this would not bother me, but yesterday and last night it sure did. I am thinking that it might have something to do with me trying to decide if I am going to go to Utah at the end of this month. I want to, but for some reason, I am feeling like I shouldn't go. Ah well.

I hate what is happening in France right now. Riots and rioting have never made sense to me. I can understand that some people might think that this is the only way to either resolve a problem or to gain recognition of a problem. (PROBLEM sounds like an insignificant word right now.) I also think that with the 24/7 news coverage we have now, all the rioting does not have the same effect on people who live on the other side of the world, and are watching it on TV. The Watts riots seemed so much worse somehow. Maybe it was because I was so young and watching news bulletins breaking into the soap operas but they seemed more horrendous somehow. I don't think it is because the riots are happening in France and the Watts riots happened here. I don't think I am that bigoted. But, back to the riots in France. What can be done to stop them and more importantly, what can be done to prevent them in the future?

I have been doing some reading about socialism lately. I know that I have just started, but it does seem like it would be easy for one group to gain control, thereby controlling everything. Simplistic, I know and I will be doing more reading about it.

Speaking of reading, I have decided to definitely go back to college next year. I will only take the courses that interest me since I do not plan to try to go back to work. (I am afraid that my OCD and work just do not mix.) I know that I will be taking geology and anthropology classes. I hope to volunteer for some digs too. I had planned to do that this summer, but life got in the way and I wasn't able to. There is a dig going on near Wetumpka, Al. My son was talking about it the other day. One of his teachers at Auburn was in charge of the dig. There has been some exciting artifacts found there about the early Native Americans.

There are so many things I plan on doing, but unless I get control of the OCD grabbo, I won't be able to do them. So, I think that maybe I should go on that Utah trip.

Ok, it just happened again. I am the only one up, Gumbo has even deserted me for the bed. Just now, I swear I saw someone walk across the doorway into the living room. This is getting weird. I don't hear anything unusual yet, so hopefully if it is the old man who died here, he will be nice tonight. No, I am not crazy, even though that is debatable according to some. I used to hear someone calling me by name. No one else could hear it. I read the book, 'I Heard The Owl Call My Name' a few years ago. In it, the native Americans...(or were they Canadian? It is all the same I suppose.)....believed that if you heard an owl call your name, then you were going to die soon. I kinda got a bit spooky after I read that. I maybe should stop now, before I convince everyone that I am loony.

I just thought oi something. I can see behind me because of my glasses. There is usually a reflection in the lenses if someone gets close. So, maybe that is what is happening. Maybe it isn't an old dead man walking around in here. Maybe it is someone sneaking up behind me. Or, maybe I can see the old dead man in the reflection on my lenses.

Ok, ok. I have rambled enough that everyone will think I am totally crazy.

Goodnight Mother.