Woo-boy... the things I have to listen to in the afternoon...
My lovely (and dangerous) wife recently returned to her previous job working in a property management office here in town, and her absence from the house during the day has given me time to reflect on things. Quietly.
One of the things I've discovered about myself is that I prefer an empty, quiet house to the usual cacophony of noise that coincides with her return from work every afternoon. Don't get me wrong: I love my wife like oxygen. Couldn't live without her, and miss her like hell most of the time she's gone. There are things that have to happen here at Chateau Squatlo that depend entirely upon my wife's invaluable input and participation. She's a huge part of our photography business, and without her I'd have to shut down this little enterprise and hand my soul over to the Hooey Gods at the IRS... She knows the finances, the quarterly earnings reports, the automatic deposits and withdrawals, and I don't have a clue how any of that magic happens. Plus, she makes great biscuits and has a secret chicken soup recipe I can't live without. Among many other things. (love ya, honey!)
But I also love being able to put two or three thoughts together without interruption from the television, cell phones, or the usual hustle and bustle of a hyper woman takin' care of bidness in all rooms of the house simultaneously.
I tell my friends I live with the Energizer Bunny, and her little batteries rarely run down.
Often when she comes in from work in the afternoon she has stories to tell me of her day in the office. For the most part, these tales of mystery and intrigue are relayed to me as she scurries around the place unloading her gear from another day at the office. I think these stories from the office serve two purposes: one, of course, is informational. She wants me to know about her day and some of the things that might have occurred while I was here alone. The other purpose is therapeutic. She needs to let go of some of the bottled up stress she's acquired during the day, and apparently it's part of my job description to stop what I'm doing and nod knowingly as she vents.
But there's just so much I can relate to when it comes to property leases, deposits, and owners' reports.
However, yesterday's afternoon recap was a tad bit different, to say the least...
Here's the story...
One of the tenants who leases a house here in town is convinced she's sharing the place with a spirit. Not only that, but she says she's video taping this ghost as it moves around the house, and has had her father splash holy water around the upstairs section of the property.
The owner of the property called my wife's management office to ask if they had "vetted" the tenant prior to leasing the house to her, and that's when this story was passed along. Apparently the tenant had contacted the owner to see if someone had perhaps died in the house.
My suggestion is for the office to raise this woman's rent based on the fact that she's admitted to having unaccounted guests living at the residence.
(by the way... if you go to Google images and type in "ghost" for a post like this one, why are most of the images Michael Jackson related?)