Five-foot Snowdrift

So, I get this second blog to write about other thoughts besides fashion and art. And the only things I can focus on with this blog is weird stuff like poltergeists, and large men barreling through five-foot snowdrifts just to get me.

Now, it's freezing here in Nebraska with the wind blowing the snow. Although it seems to have petered out, I've got a shovel in the back seat, just in case I slam into a snowbank and get stuck. Twice last week,  I came around the bend in the road and slid into the snowbank. I didn't get stuck on those days, but I did get a flat tire the second time.

I digress. My self-talk to my imaginative self is that since it is freezing with wind blowing snow, large men don't make a habit of barreling through snowdrifts, let alone, barreling through one, just to get me. And besides if they did, by the time they barreled through the snowdrift, they would be too cold to do mischief except to say a few choice words if they could move their mouth to form a choice word.

At which time, I would have enough time to notice the abominable snowman saying argh, jump into my car and spin my tires on the icy parking and drive away.

My Poltergeist

I have a poltergeist who follows me from office to office. Aren't poltergeists some portion of yourself, like a split personality vying for your attention? Well, that is what my poltergeist is. She comes from a vortex from another dimension. Which dimension, I do not know, maybe she is from a mental dimension. She tries to be controlling, the little bugger. Go here, go there, no, don't go there, go eat. Oh for God's sake, go eat, I'm hungry. Go outside. No, don't go outside. And, on and on she goes.

My poltergeist can grab my attention by tripping the door lock. I cock an ear in the direction of the door. Sometimes, I turn my head. Once in awhile, I will get up and check the window or the door to make sure she has not shape shifted into a large man bent on creepy things.

So tonight, in order to stop her vie for attention, I told her I would record her, since I do have this at my disposal. I have not heard the lock trip in a couple of hours.

I wonder if she will break my tape recorder when I have left. No, she will follow me to the next office, since she is me and I am she.