I saw Joe briefly this weekend. He came home Friday and left again Sunday morning. In between soccer games, I think we got to say "hi" to each other in passing.
Last week, while he was away, I stayed up late one night and sewed this little outfit for Sawyer. I would have kept sewing except I kept hearing noises. Spooky noises.
Our house is 130+ years old. I wouldn't say it's haunted, but I wouldn't say it's not either. I hear strange noises and strange, unexplained things have happened in this house. (Should I dare mention that Joe's great-uncle, Claud, died in our house? In my bedroom. Christmas Day. Before we owned it.)
Anyway, while sewing late one night last week, I heard a noise that sounded like one of the bedroom doors opening. I paused. And listened. I didn't hear anyone. So I went upstairs to investigate. Everyone was still sleeping. I blamed it on my "squeaking" chair and kept sewing.
Shortly thereafter, I heard a car door outside. I'm always terrified that someone will see our dining room light on (while I'm sewing late at night) and come to the front door. I snuck over to our formal living room and peeked through the wooden shutters. I did not see anyone, and believe me, I scanned the street.
Feeling a little spooked, I decided I would go to bed as soon as I was finished this outfit and not sew anymore that night.
So, last night, I decided to sew again. It was late. The kids were asleep. I tried to make myself believe that last week was a fluke. So, I'm happily sewing along last night (trying to make Spenser's Halloween costume) and I hear a car door shut outside. Again. I snuck over to the formal living room and saw no signs of life. Again. No one.
I think I'm about done with sewing at night. It's not good for my nerves.