We did the usual Jose and lime juice around 4 p.m. Turned on the television only to turn it back off considering it was the new Jerry Springer now called Dr. Phil. A young woman gang raped. Her on one side of old Phil and the gang raper's on he other. My guy hit the off button as I prepared dinner.
Then it was whirlpool time. We are old-timer's, no not Alzheimer's. Our bodies hurt on occasion. Me with RLS and he with rotator cuff tear and upcoming surgery. Neither able to sleep very well lately. I was filling the whirlpool with lavender Epsom salts when my significant other asked if I mind if he joined me. Of course I didn't mind. Once again we enjoyed a peaceful hour of roaring healing water rushing his shoulder and my legs. I actually slept well after the Epsom's cleansed my body. He on the other hand requires a more extensive fix. An Operation.
We watched one more show on the television considering we just got about a thousand Cable channels totally by accident along with a totally outrageous bill on purpose. That took me an hour on the phone to straighten out. But then we all know what Charter is like.
I started to pray. I used the God given mad mother voice I hadn't heard from my larnyx in about 28 years or so.... I guess I suspected those alien visitors would respond. I used the name of Jesus. I used spirit talk, I bound and loosed. They didn't leave. We recited the Lords Prayer in unison like two scared little kids in catechism class. Or the Lutheran class I graduated from which was not offering up any sort of assistance in this case. Confirmation classes had taught me the benediction, some of the Psalms, the beatitudes and so on. Not helping in the here and now of it all Pastor!
Suddenly I said, "Is there a smoke alarm up in that area of the ceiling?" My guy leaped from our duo fetal position, hit the bedroom light and whalla. A tiny green light appeared ever so sweet and only now and then. It then reflected off the ceiling light and other areas that even now as I write I do not understand. Nor do I "get" where the ghostly figure ran off to. But then I still swear when I was five I saw Santa and ALL his reindeer one Christmas Eve out my bedroom window. I mean it too!
We were very sad there were no Heavenly visitors to our bedroom that night. You see when the little light didn't leave upon command of our God.....well that meant they were the good guys. Almost wish I hadn't found the reality of it all. We could all use a sign from the heavens now and then.....