As a single guy, my husband built a bookshelf with wide shelves to hold his treasured books. He stained it but never varnished it. I applied two coats of clear polyurethane—a collaborative effort, thirty years apart. Brickers hauled their scaffolds and supplies away but not the pile of sand. So I wrote another message. Kitchen counter worker came with a small child who immediately terrified all three cats.
Many promises—no counter. My daughter and I froze in a cutting north wind as we chose a Christmas tree. We decorated it in our fire pit area behind our house. I wrote iluvias de bendicion on our front porch for the brickers washing the new brick.
Strange happenings outside our house while husband travelling to Texas. Early this morning, I saw a bright explosion and heard a crackle pop underneath one of our back windows. Rainy, misty weather—saw no movement.
Yellow-white light exploded in the same area. Again, misty fog, no movement. Took photos about 7:05 a.m. Gas from dead animal?
Six pops like firecrackers awakened me from sleeping on stakeout in the new room.
3:00 a.m. to 4:10 a.m.
Nothing. Clear, cold night.
Electrician found loose electric wire in the new room that was causing the weird, scary light displays and noises on the misty nights.