We’ve been in our home a little over a year now, and I couldn’t be happier with it. For being over 100 years old, the home is really solid and we haven’t had any major troubles (touch wood!) I would even go as far as saying I’ve acclimated to country living quite well. Still, there are some discoveries we’ve made that took me by surprise…
A week or so ago, we kept hearing a noise which I can only describe as sounding like some one walking around upstairs. We’d hear this while we were sitting in our living room – the craft room and loft area are directly above, and also happen to be the oldest part of the house. My over-active imagination started acting up, and I was imagining all sorts of dreadful things! (Have I ever mentioned that Mr. Peach Martini won’t allow me to research our property at all? He doesn’t want me to make any discoveries that would cause my imagination to run wild with scary scenarios. Part of me is thankful for that!)
Any way…this noise…it only happened at night, and sounded like footsteps upstairs. You can guess what my initial reaction was! Mr. Peach Martini, though – bless his heart – he is so clever! He investigated all the rooms, waiting quietly in each one. In the very last room, he stood by the door and waited. And waited. And waited. Then! It happened!! As soon as we heard it, he flipped on the porch light, and what should our eyes behold????
Alright, fast forward to yesterday morning. Mr. Peach Martini backed out of the garage, but I never saw him leave the driveway. I poked my head around the corner, and saw him standing with his camera/phone at the ready, but couldn’t see anything in front of him. As I stepped out onto the porch, what do I see trotting out from the back of the barn???
I was kind of hoping he (she? I didn’t feel we were well enough acquainted to find out its gender) would have been around when I got home from work yesterday…but piggy-pie moved on to greener pastures. I sure hope he made it home safely!