So the little girl who lives in the house behind our house has learned to scream. This has become her main mode of communicating with her parents and with her sibling (the boy who despises bathing). She screams when she's excited, screams when she's happy, screams when she's angry, screams when she brushes her teeth or gets up in the morning or goes to bed at night. Like the puppy who finds the squeaker inside the squeaker toy, this girl has found her screamer, and boy is she gonna use it. One hopes, for her future husband's sake, that she will eventually unfind her screamer. For my own sake, I hope she will do so in the much shorter term.
Sometimes I see strange things. A couple weeks ago, I saw my stepson, Preston, walking through the front room toward the back door. He was there only a couple of seconds, but quite clearly there. It would be difficult to miss Preston, as he is 6 feet 6 inches in height and built like a railroad station. In "common reality", I haven't seen Preston in at least six years. I used to talk to him on Facebook occasionally, but he seems to have disappeared from that venue. Today, jus...t now, I saw him again - same place, moving in the same direction. Very strange. One tends to think, when these sorts of things happen, that something is somehow wrong. So I tried to contact Preston after the first event, but I have not heard back from him. As I've said, he seems to have disappeared from Facebook, and, other than that, all I have is an email address that has rarely been our mode of communicating. Hmm. I wish he would drop me a quick note, at least.