It's not always
spy-a-ghost at the Simmons household. This past week was about as quiet as it
gets around here. Oh, I caught glimpses now and then of my resident ghosts. The
little lady in the kitchen was there a few times, and of course Howard never
lets me forget he's around. However, one thing that happened is something I'm
not even sure was paranormal. It was along the lines, though, of some of the
incidents in my life that I have been certain weren't exactly realistic.
I mentioned a
few months ago that I got another car, which I call Heidi the Hybrid, because
she's a Ford Cmax hybrid. I don't have a key for Heidi, just a little black box
thing that I think they call key-less entry. It has a lock and unlock button on
it, plus it has to be close to the ignition button in order for the car to
start.
After
<mumble,mumble> years of driving, I am not used to there being no key to stick in the switch or pull out
when I get out of the car. So … yep, about three months ago, I lost one of
those little black boxes. We looked and looked, but couldn't find it. It also
had other keys on it, of course, like my house key. One thing I didn't do at
that time was ask my ghosts to help, like I do for other things. Instead, I
started using the other set until I got around to calling Ford and getting
another one … which hub assured me cost several hundred dollars, so I wasn't in
a hurry.
A weird thing,
though, was the car would still start even if I forgot to bring the other
little black box out to the car with me. We discussed that and came to the
conclusion the keys just had to be somewhere in that car. After several more
fruitless searches, we gave up.
Last Monday we
were driving back from our son's in Houston. I stopped about three-fourths of
the way home to get gas and do some shopping. I turned off Heidi, then noticed
I didn't have my set of keys with the little black box on it. We searched and
searched and couldn't find it. Oh no! But I pushed the ignition button, and lo
and behold, Heidi started.
Long story
short, we were pretty stressed and also trying to figure out how to get into
the house. Our other son near us had a key, but he was working long hours and
it would be well after dark before he got home, we thought. The son we were
visiting called and asked how we were driving the car.
"Why?"
I said.
"Because
your key ring was in my bathroom. I have it here."
On the way home,
in between all the phone calls between sons and daughter-in-law, we stopped at
a MacDonald's. Hub had his arm out the window, and a darned bird crapped on
him! We almost died of hysterical laughter, which at least lessened the stress.
And on the way
home, I finally asked my guides, angels and resident ghosts to help me find the
other set of keys, if it was in that car at all, which it had to be. Hub ended
up forcing a door open on the house, and after we unloaded, I tore into that
car again. I found a hole beneath the back seat that I had no idea was there. I
reached in, way in, far back, almost to the hatchback area. I felt a set of
keys!
So, was it paranormal?
Did my ghosts, angels and guides help? There is absolutely no way that key ring
could have fallen out of my purse and gotten where it was. There's about a four
inch lip on the front of that access hole. The seat fits tight, and they
couldn't have wiggled between the crack. But there they were, after I had asked
for help. I'll let you decide, but I know how I feel. There have been dozens of
times something lost showed up around my house after I asked for help locating
it.
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This past week I
also accomplished something I wasn't sure I could do this year: I finished my
2013 Christmas story. I even came up with a name for it: Upon a Midnight Clear.
Maggie Mae owns a home for children, but she has a special gift — powers which
are illegal in her time. Kyle has his own hidden secrets, which, if found out,
will mean his death. I hope my readers will enjoy their visit to a time that's
both past and future.
Angela is
working on the cover, so it will be next week before I upload this new short
story, especially since it's icy here in Texas and her internet is out. I'll be
sure and let everyone know. Sorry it's late this year, but life does interfere
sometimes.
I did find my
romance, Tennessee Waltz, made it free in Canada. Yippee! So Canadian readers,
go grab a copy, if you like sweet romances:
I hope everyone
is enjoying this wonderful season, getting their shopping done (I love
shopping!) and looking forward to friends and family for Christmas. It's too
cold in Texas right now for my group to hunt ghosts, but we'll get back at it
soon.
Stay safe, and
….
Boo!
T. M.
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