So here I sit, on the floor, in the living room of my new Canadian home. My name is on the lease. On the floor is really the only place there is to sit, until I move my furniture up later this month. The floor, or the new bed. TBD today, sometime in the 3-6 o’clock time frame. That is my job today. Wait for the mattress people to call and then wait for them to show up. Wil’s job is to go to work and make us money. Yay!

Shopping for the new bed was an interesting experience. I’m used to making purchases by myself, for myself. I might ask for advice or recommendations before major purchases, and I always wanted my stepdad to look at the cars I was buying, but mostly I know what I want and I get it. If I can. This time, it wasn’t just me. I was trying to be very conscientious of the fact that this bed was going to be Wil’s too. So, imagine my confusion when he failed to have an opinion about anything. I’d bounce on the bed, tell him to try it, he’d sit down and give his stock answer “It’s nice. It’s good.”

We had a conversation that went something like this:

“Look, babe, I’m trying not to just think of myself here, trying not to just railroad you into a bed I want. It’s your bed too.”

“Do you remember when we got the mattress in Victoria, what you said after the first night of sleeping on it?”

“I believe I said it was not acceptable.”

“Right.”

“You could feel the springs. It was very old. But I tricked it out.”

“Yes you did.”

“I bought it pads and such. It was much better after I was done with it.”

“Yes, it was. But you see, I thought it was fine before you did that.”

“Ahhhh…. I see what you are saying. I have higher standards than you.”

“Yes.”

“And you trust my bed shopping talents because if it’s comfortable for me, it will be comfortable for you.”

“Sure.”

I think we found the perfect solution. I know from all the motels, hotels, etc that we’ve stayed at recently, Wil likes a firmer bed than I. So we got a Sleep Number bed.

Poor baby, he’s probably slept in crap beds all his life. How did he manage without me?

Every time I try to write about all the things going on right now, it comes out very flat. I think I am living on the surface of things. I have much to be grateful for, and excited about as well. We found a one bedroom apartment that we’ve rented for 6 months, which will give us time to figure out where we want to live. It’s generic, but they will take our cats, I will have a parking spot, I think I can fit most of my stuff in it, and it’s a block and a a half from Wil’s new job. This is great news. We bought our new apartment a new bed. The most money I’ve ever spent on a piece of furniture. On anything, really, that wasn’t a computer or a car. It’s a glorious bed. I can’t wait to sleep on it. And dress it in luxurious bedding.

But there are so many things going on that are less positive. More stressful. I was in a car accident. Not my fault, and no one was hurt, but my car is the one with the damage, the front end is all smooshed. There is so much work to do around the house, but I’d rather be up north. I’m anxious for the day when I will stay put for an extended period of time. It’s wearing on me. I want a home. I want to stay home. But these are all minor complaints, really. My stepfather is very ill. I mentioned this earlier, but didn’t go into detail. He is very sick, and the prognosis is fairly bleak. And this colors every single moment of every single day. Like looking through grim colored glasses. I can’t bring myself to write what is really happening to him – can’t stand to see it spelled out in fonts.

It’s all a bit too much right now. I might need a bit of a blog break. Or, at the very least, please excuse me if the posts are infrequent, or possibly whiny, in March.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for Spring.

So, weeks and weeks ago I asked you if you believed in ghosts and then never told you why I asked. Silly me.

Last month, my mom and her husband, Bob, came up to Victoria to visit and meet Wil. We took them for brunch at my favorite brunch place, John’s place. And we took them on a Historical Ghost Walk of Victoria. Victoria, it seems, is one of the most haunted places in the Pacific Northwest. One reason? The Hudson Bay Company did not follow the cardinal rule of Poltergeist. They may, or may not, have moved the gravestones, but they DID NOT MOVE THE BODIES, when they kicked the native dwellers off their lands and started building. Man, you ALWAYS move the bodies. Always. Also, I don’t think ghosts like the water, so they are pretty much island bound. I might be making that up, tho, I’m not sure.

Wil does not believe in ghosts. I like the idea of ghosts. It appeals to me. But I’ve never had a ghostly experience. And I didn’t that night. Well, maybe I did, I don’t know. One of the symptoms of a ghostly experience is a sudden drop in temperature surrounding you. But it was night and outside and we were already cold. I could have been frosted in ghosts and not known it. Several times we were led through alleys and hallways that were supposed to be ripe with spirits. Nothing. Nada. And I had an open mind. Wil did not. When asked if he was at all sensitive, his response was “I’m the most insensitive guy you’ll ever meet.”

But, it was interesting. A slightly more gruesome way of delivering some history, so it’s fun. During the summer, they have five different routes. Victoria is that haunted. And I would definitely take visitors on one, if they liked. Good times. Spooky fun. Two spectral thumbs up.

One, do you believe in ghosts? And if so, have you ever had a ghostly experience? I’ll explain later when I talk about my weekend.

I’m on the ferry ride back to the mainland right now, and, truth be told, I think I am getting sick. I think I have a cold. There is a difference between allergies and a cold and I am feeling the difference. This sucks because I am leaving for North Carolina on Wednesday to spend 5 days at my stepmonster’s house for Thanksgiving. I don’t want to be sick! Crap. Anyway, I’ll post this when I get home and you guys can think about it and tell me your thoughts on ghosts and I’ll explain why I asked tomorrow.

Note: I wrote that last night when I was on the ferry, but forgot to post it. I decided to stop off at the office and pick up my computer so I could work from home today…. Monday. That got me home about 1:30, since I had caught the last ferry. Too sleepy. And feeling kinda crappy. I just didn’t want you guys to think I was sitting around not blogging due to WoW. Cuz I haven’t played in days. Swear to gods.