Joggers and Haunted Houses

This morning I got up, even though I didn't have to, put the turkey breast in the crock pot, and started this scalloped potato thingy. I realized I didn't have enough cheese, so I headed out to the grocery store to get some. While I'm freezing in pj's and a cold car, I see a jogger coming toward me. He is dressed in spandex pants and a winter jacket. He has a face mask pulled, so all you can see is his eyes. Talk about dedication. I have a hard committing to a daily walk cycle in Utah. It seems that there is only a few months a year, where the weather is tolerable. It's either too cold or too hot!

The other part of this post is for Nancy, who was just a baby when we lived in the HAUNTED HOUSE!

For about one year I believe that we lived in a haunted house. The location was by Sunset View Elementary, in Provo, Utah. It was a nice ghost that lived with us, don't get me wrong, it wasn't like I was scared of her. It was just odd. I came down the stairs once and saw an older lady scrubbing out her clothes on an old wash board. She just looked up and stared at me, kinda of in confusion, like why was I there, in her house, but in the same sense not creepy. Another time my sister and I were building the world's tallest snowman, and I looked up in the window. I saw her again, she was just sitting there watching us play. I saw her other times as well, it just became something I grew accustomed to. I remember telling mom once or twice, but I'm not sure she believed me, or if she was thinking was nuts, and she didn't want to look at committing me.

I am sure Abra has some vivid memories of that house. Think of me as insane or not. I know what I saw.