Blame It On The Ghost

If it weren't for the last minute, nothing would get done.
--Anonymous

Things disappear in this house at an alarming rate. Two of my favorite knitting books up and vanished last week. This week is was a favorite pair of scissors and a binder filled with research information I need for the book I'm working on. I used to joke and blame it on The Ghost when something went missing but now I'm not so sure I was joking after all.

I used to blame all of the electronic mishaps on my imaginary ghost too until I finally realized that I was at the center of every bizarre electronic disaster that befell us. Last year all I did was aim the remote control at the television and it flared brightly then faded away forever. That was quite a week: I did in the television, two laptops, and an answering machine without even trying. Imagine what I could do if I could harness this power and use it for good . . .