This Stuff Really Happened
I mentioned before that my friend, Dave, passed away recently. And that his wife, Imera, was getting a raw deal from her bank and an insurance company. This is not an update on that situation, that is an ongoing struggle. I don't know what this is. I can't explain it. I am not a believer in supernatural things...I don't do ghost stories...I have only seen one UFO and it got explained pretty thoroughly the same day I saw it. Here's what happened, you figure it out.
A couple of us were putting a new shower stall in Imera's back bathroom. We got to a point where we had to round up some more parts and pieces. My task was to go to Lowe's and buy a new drain piece, a coupler, and a short piece of 2" PVC pipe. First two items were no problem but Lowe's won't cut the pipe so you have to buy a ten foot piece in order to get the one foot piece you need (subject for another blog !). I had a couple of pieces left over from a project at my house so I went by there to get them and avoid hauling a ten foot pipe around. The piece I had already had an elbow glued to one end, but it never got installed, so it was a brand new pipe, about two feet long, and I figured I could cut the end with the elbow to fit our needs. No big thing.
I got back into the back bathroom and stuck the good end into the drain piece...good fit...stuck the good end into the coupler...good fit...and all that was left was to measure how much had to be cut off with the elbow. I laid the pipe on the window ledge and got into a conversation with Imera about odds and ends...she is still trying to figure out how to live without her lifelong mate so I will stop and talk to her whenever she needs to...whatever the subject. We drifted out to the front door, keeping an eye out for the other guy to get back with the tools we needed to complete. After a few minutes I returned to the back bathroom to do some clean up. I picked up the pipe I brought along to dust off the window ledge...it took me a second to realize that the pipe was cut straigtht across, separating the elbow from the rest of it. I stared at it for a few minutes trying to convince myself that I must have cut it and didn't remember. But I didn't. I distinctly remember placing it on the ledge and needing to turn it so the elbow laid flat. There was no one in the house but Imera and me. There was only one saw in the bathroom...the drywall saw we used to cut out the sides for the surround...it was still covered with drywall dust and pieces...no way it had been used to cut PVC. I showed the pieces to Imera and asked if she had cut them, she pointed out that she had been with me up front. We looked at each other blankly for a minute and both came to the conclusion that Dave, her handyman, dead Dave, seemed to want to help out.
There was no prickly feeling on the back of my neck, no knocking sounds, no whispered voices....but it remains a mystery...and a very weird, kinda scary, mystery, too. I cannot explain it...can you?"