Yesterday I wrote about my dream house.
And Christopher Waldrop, one of my very favorite Drunkards - and totally a Friend I Haven't Met Yet - commented that some of the images I posted looked as if they might contain ghosts.
And I realized, I forgot to mention that my dream house will absolutely have one or more ghosts.
At the very least, I hope that the ghost that's been following me around since 1989 or so will decide to follow me to my next house.
It might decide to go with my future-former-spouse. That would bum me out, but it's lived with both of us this whole time, and conceivably it could be his ghost rather than my ghost.
In that case, I hope that I would be able to acquire a new ghost.
Because I like ghosts.
And maybe it's strange that I would consider a haunted house to be my dream house. Except that it's my dream, and my dream includes ghosts.
Thanks, Christopher Waldrop, for reminding me that it takes more than bricks and beams to make a home.
It takes occasional unexplained noises and cold spots.
I'm still totally confident that I can find it.
I'm less confident of when, but I'll keep you posted.