East Texas Adventure

Lefty and Spike (I have the diamond in my nose)
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This is the outline of my new tattoo.

Spike getting the same tattoo on her back- only much larger

Granny's Sunset Picture

It has been a while since I posted a new blog and there has been a world of changes in our family! I took a short, 4 month, move to Houston to be near my Dad and Granny. I ended up renting the property next to my sister and working with her in the logging business. That is something I never thought I would be able to say - "I'm a logger..." We had a wonderful time together. My commute to work was a walk through the woods carrying my coffee.

The house I rented had a very curvy long drive up to the top of the hill, had not been occupied for 4 years and contained very large spiders. We got in there and started cleaning up and found a body imprint in blood on the hallway carpet, blood spatter in the bathroom and bullet holes in the walls in the back. There had been a shooting in the house and then the renters moved away during the night. We ripped out all the carpet and bleached the house from top to bottom! I think the worse thing I saw was the bloody handprint in the hall closet. The house was haunted and I experienced several "sightings" while I stayed there.

While staining the floors in the back bedroom I was facing the closet and inspecting the floor. In my peripheral vision I saw a man about the size of my husband standing in the hall, still looking at the floor I asked Trace if the spots on the floor of the bedroom were blood or stain. He didn't respond. When I looked up the man vanished like mist. I didn't feel scared or threatened, just a sense of sadness, I walked outside to find Trace (he was rooting out a family of possums from the well house) and asked him if he had been in the house. I already knew the answer.

Spike and I put crosses up over all the doors, angels in various places and prayed for the spirits to be at peace. I still couldn't stay in the house alone at night. The front room was very oppressing and scary. There was also an apparition of an elderly couple in the kitchen and dining room. Both times were late at night and both times it was a happy experience. I believe they are the ones that built the house in the 50's and they liked the improvements I was making to the house and all the laughter and fun that went on there.

In spite of all the weird stuff that went on there and having a next door neighbor walk over to introduce himself while carrying a shotgun, I enjoyed staying there. The house was like living in a tree house. The woods totally surrounded the home and the hill continued up behind the house. It sat in the middle of 5 acres and was absolutely peaceful. Spike and I put a bridge up on the trail heads so we wouldn't slip and we ran "fairy" lights through the woods. Now this was a precaution because the trail was steep and slippery with pine straw. We did not take into account Dawg. Dawg is Spikes big ol' girl that lives outside and brings wildlife to the house. She has even been known to upchuck a squirrel on the carpet!! Dawg liked to play chase with the Chihuahuas and of course when we walked the trail the dogs would run back and forth. That is when the "tragedy" happened. Spike and I were headed over to her house and got to the really steep part of the trail and BOOM! Dawg ran though like a black bullet, cutting Spike down at the knees. I ran to her and all she could say was, "Dawg...whoosh....ow...Dawg...whoose...ow" Yep, she broke her ankle just like I did! She has to copy everything I do! Same leg, same spiral break, same surgery with plates and screws, right under her tattoo. The surgeon did a great job matching the tattoo edges up! Well, I had my ankle tattooed to try to cover the ugly scar so now we really match.

Before Spike had the unfortunate accident we got to go on a trail ride. Yep, I actually strapped on my neck brace and rode Miss Dotty West. Spike saddled up Hank Williams and we went on a 12 mile ride though the national forest. It was sooo much fun!! Miss Dot is now officially out to pasture since then. We wore her out, after all she is about 30 years old. Several things happened out there, I got a new nickname - Brokeneck Lefty, Miss Dot and I jumped a creek (surprised me!), and Spike and I walked sorta funny for a couple of days.

While I was there, Granny became much worse and passed away. Trace actually got to help take care of her in ICU at the local hospital. At the time she passed, there was a beautiful rainbow on the lake. The sunset and her picture is at the top of the blog. Her funeral was held in Austin and she is buried next to Grandpa.

I ended up packing up my things and going back to Colorado. The kids were not taking care of the house and I needed to be there. I missed the mountains and the weather and my little home. I do miss being around my parents and living next to Spike. I'm glad I was there to be with Granny during her last times and I loved visiting with Mom and Dad in the mornings and having coffee with them. I wonder if we could get them all to move up here and live on a communal ranch???