Looking Forward

Went to Molly's earlier on an ice and lemon errand, I caught a few moments by myself to sample the gases in the taps and collect what wits I have remaining, thinking ahead to my next set of tasks. The poltergeist made itself felt, with a bottle cap falling and other untoward noises-or maybe it was the trains, though none were passing then. When Dad died the radio always drifted back to his station and chile recipes would float to the floor. Hubby saw him peering 'round the corner at us one night and accurately described a man he never saw. Yesterday making dinner in Mother's kitchen and rinsing the good dishes was difficult, because she was not there to scold or be asked advice. But she remains. This house and my bar are haunted, but I've reconciled myself to it. I'm sad but also hopeful, and I look forward to a New Year. I'll get my hair done, move into a different house and  sort through all these complications.