Ever since Henrietta has been back from the hospital after the fall she had over 3 1/2 years ago, she has, from time to time…entertained night visitors.  No.  She is not running a brothel. (I would be getting a cut of the proceeds.)  She sees people very vividly at night.  Occasionally, they answer her when she speaks to them, usually yes or no answers to her questions.  There are usually groups of people gathered and most often children are there, too.  The children are playing with one another sometimes and the women are usually older.  The men are sometimes short and sometimes very, very tall.  She can never see the face of the really tall man, as he is over in the corner and it is too dark to see him.  She tells me about these vivid…sights and what all she says to them and if she gets any answers, (she sleeps without her hearing aid, so she can’t hear the answers unless she puts it in).  She can describe in minute detail what they are wearing and the expressions on their faces.  It always ends when she gets annoyed that they won’t leave and she turns on the lamp on her nightstand.  Poof.  No one there.

At this point I’d like to point out that our house is about 20 years old and no one has ever died here, with the exception of the FIL, Marcos a couple of years ago.  He could hardly bring all those other people here as he was fairly unsociable and I find it hard to believe he has changed that much since he died.  Plus, I am assuming H would recognize her husband among the crowd in there.

What do you think?  Keep in mind she is completely sane and has absolutely no cognitive problems at all, with the possible exception of believing herself to be the center of the universe.

I really am interested in what anyone might have to say about this.

Well, after several phone calls during the night with questions of some urgency about where to turn or what exit, I got the final one at 4:15 AM saying, “We’re here!”  I have talked to them several times since and Mither, also.  They are SO EXCITED.  Just a few moments ago I got a call from them saying they are all going to Greenwood to eat lunch at the little Greenwood General Store/Gas Station/Eatin’ Spot.  I have been there to eat with my parents before and it is an extremely quaint little, old store/restaurant that makes the best homemade hamburgers I have ever tasted.  Also, the best fried catfish.  It was interesting reading up on the little town in the info in the link.  I believe it said the last census count  was 76 back in 2003.  However, since the town was settled back in the 1870′s it has had as many as 300 residents.  Just a thriving metropolis. Hee, hee…

It has poured buckets and buckets of rain all day and everything is good and soaked and I feel that there is very little chance that anything could catch on fire from fireworks tonight.  So I guess this is good.  John is at work, so we will just “celebrate” separately, for now.  Tomorrow he’s off and SIL will stay here for a bit with H and we will brave the hordes and go…somewhere.

I will leave you with some images from Nana and Pop’s house… because I feel like everybody should be able to go to such a neat, wonderful place and I wish I could take you all.

Here is Ricochet.  He has wandered up onto the back porch again.  Silly thing likes to look in the windows.  He really should have been named “Tom”, as in “Peeping”.

View of the pond from the back porch during a really good blanket of snow this past winter.

Just a few hours old colt, during the same snow.