Can't find a way to add this to my last post!

Ghostly Pictures and account of stay at Lemp Mansion.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow!

The title is in honor of how long it takes me to get to this when I say I'm coming back tomorrow!
Anyway, after dinner a bunch of ladies sitting at a large table in the same room we were in asked if we had been down to the basement yet. They told us to go down and to be sure we didn't talk at all. Just open ourselves to the experience. So we tried. However, none of us was very successful at the no talking part. I don't know about the others, but I didn't feel anything. I guess I'm not a "sensitive". In one of the rooms, Sandy took a picture and not a minute later, took another picture of the same area. In the first one there was an orb but nothing like that showed up in the second picture. The others scoffed at her but there really must have been something--I don't know what--for the light to show up. I'm just saying...
We left the mansion and headed to our motel and then to the Casino where we met my brother. Most of us had a limit of $20 and it usually takes me awhile to go through that but that night I reached my limit pretty fast. Later my son arrived and I gave him $20 to gamble with. In this way, I could exceed my limit and not feel guilty about it. Well, he lost his twenty faster that I did. So much for that.

More Lemp Mansion

We walked into this marvelous old house with back stairways and high ceilings and very interesting wall treatments and as we walked toward our table, Sandy's watch fell off. No biggie. Seconds later, her bracelet falls off. Apparently one must twist this bracelet in order to get it off her wrist under normal conditions but somehow, it just fell! A coincidence? Perhaps not. We all ordered and our meals were outstanding! Nothing particularly strange happened while we were eating but we asked the waiter to tell us the story of the hauntings. It was an interesting story but the presentation lacked the drama we were looking for. again--more tomorrow!

The Lemp Mansion

Friday was a wonderful beginning to a great trip to St. Louis with great friends. We started at Cindy's home supposedly at five. I was there at 5 til 5 and no one was there. 5:00 came and went and still no one--not even Cindy. I was beginning to text Sandy who had more or less organized the week-end to ask if the meeting place had been changed when Deanna showed up. Then, Sarah and then, Marcia. Still no Cindy. We loaded up Marcia's car and Cindy drove up. Within minutes she was in and out of the house with her bag--and blanket--and we were headed north where we rendezvoused with Sandy and Laura. I opted to ride with Sandy and Laura. The plan was that we were going to eat at a surprise location where Sandy had made reservations, then hotel and finally River Boat for a few hours. Sandy gave the other car the address of the restaurant and they googled it to find out exactly where we were going but fortunately they didn't let Laura and me know. We REALLY wanted to be surprised! And we were--The Lemp Mansion!

More tomorrow.

Life is Very Rarely Fair!!

I had to change my blouse this morning because I was showing just a little tiny bit too much cleavage for a school setting when I got to thinking! Why is it that I only had cleavage when I was nursing or had grown old and fat? Now that is really, really not fair.

Too, too short!

Here I am at the end of a five day spring break wondering where the time went. I didn't do anything except read, eat and sleep---not necessarily in that order! I know I'm going to be sorry that I didn't make it to the city to go to my church for Easter. The only other time I did that I felt the loss of that time for the entire year until I was able to go again. And yet, knowing that, I did it again. Here's the thing--I'm tired of inviting myself up there. It would have been nice if my children or siblings would have asked if I had any plans and would I have wanted to join them for the weekend. Make no mistake--none of them have ever not made me feel wanted when I do go up but I have to make the first overture. What does this say about how I raised them--or, what does it say about me that it bothers me so much!