November 24th, 2005


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I just woke up to the savory smell of roast turkey.

Problem is, I'm not cooking a turkey.

I figured that it's one of the neighbors slow roasting a turkey overnight, and through some fluke of a drafty old house, the smell is invading. It seems a little weird at 2:00 in the morning, but whatever.

Problem is that I just let Sadie outside to pee, and there is no smell of roast turkey outside.

It seems to be coming from inside the house.

Apparently, I have a ghost, and it likes to cook for the holidays.

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Middle of the night, and all is quiet. No traffic noise, no screaming, it's just quiet.

A moment of solitude, and island in what is otherwise a flurry of activity.

I'm alone for the holidays this year. And I'm okay with that. I want to spend some time cuddling with my pets and curled up under the warm blankets being all toasty-warm.

It's rare that I get quiet time like this anymore. It's kinda nice.
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On the creepy thanksgiving ghost front:

I decided to give in, and I drove up to the Wedge to do some grocery shopping. Lots of vegetables, and 3 lbs. of turkey breasts.

I got home, and the smell of the cooking turkey was really strong. So I started talking to the ghost. I unwrapped the turkey and started prepping it.

The roast turkey smell went away almost immediately.

So I put the turkey in the oven (in an oven bag), and I was suddenly assailed with the smell of rosemary. Since I didn't have rosemary, I told the ghost that since I hadn't originally planned on any of the cooking, that I was using what I had, and to suck it up.

It seems to have worked.

Apparently I'm not alone this thanksgiving.