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Lunch with Sylvana today. It's been too long since I've gotten to hang out with a friend. (And too long since I've gotten to hang out with Sylvana in specific; health problems laid her low for nearly six months, the kind of stuff where you're too tired to want visitors, even low key ones.)
Ciro sprained a tendon in his right foot toward the end of his stay in Dallas, and it hasn't really healed at all, so we've implemented a "no really, stay off it" policy and outfitted him with a stylish brass-headed cane with which to hobble around the house when necessary. Listening to him do this late at night has led to both me and Scarlett independently concluding that he sounds like a ghost, specifically because of a ghost story called "Thump Drag" that I used to tell when we were kids. So she and I get sort of pleasantly creeped out when we hear him in the hall, and kind of are waiting for curtains to blow back from a window to reveal the scary old lady from House on Haunted Hill, which was a favorite horror movie to freak out about at around the same age I was telling "Thump Drag." I expect REL to make exactly the same "Thump Drag" connection when she gets home in a couple of days, and to be spooked.
I have tried to avoid mentioning this to Ciro so as not to make him self conscious, because I really want him to continue to use the cane until his foot is healed. (It also looks dapper and several people in the community have assumed he's using it as a style statement rather than for orthopedic reasons.) But then again he has been rewatching Dark Shadows and making references to Barnabas Collins' cane, so probably it is not a problem. He has also been trying to pretend convince me that the purple bathroom is haunted, mainly because he has hit upon a theory that the reason there are so many ghost stories about houses in the northeast is that they put the light switches on the outside of rooms. "Did you switch the bathroom light on and off while I was in the shower?" "Ghooooost!"
Picked up the hard drive with the graded film on it. A very pain-free process.
Ciro sprained a tendon in his right foot toward the end of his stay in Dallas, and it hasn't really healed at all, so we've implemented a "no really, stay off it" policy and outfitted him with a stylish brass-headed cane with which to hobble around the house when necessary. Listening to him do this late at night has led to both me and Scarlett independently concluding that he sounds like a ghost, specifically because of a ghost story called "Thump Drag" that I used to tell when we were kids. So she and I get sort of pleasantly creeped out when we hear him in the hall, and kind of are waiting for curtains to blow back from a window to reveal the scary old lady from House on Haunted Hill, which was a favorite horror movie to freak out about at around the same age I was telling "Thump Drag." I expect REL to make exactly the same "Thump Drag" connection when she gets home in a couple of days, and to be spooked.
I have tried to avoid mentioning this to Ciro so as not to make him self conscious, because I really want him to continue to use the cane until his foot is healed. (It also looks dapper and several people in the community have assumed he's using it as a style statement rather than for orthopedic reasons.) But then again he has been rewatching Dark Shadows and making references to Barnabas Collins' cane, so probably it is not a problem. He has also been trying to pretend convince me that the purple bathroom is haunted, mainly because he has hit upon a theory that the reason there are so many ghost stories about houses in the northeast is that they put the light switches on the outside of rooms. "Did you switch the bathroom light on and off while I was in the shower?" "Ghooooost!"
Picked up the hard drive with the graded film on it. A very pain-free process.
