Return of the Missing Chopstick

Couple of weird little things in the past few days. Firstly: I've been seeing things out of the corners of my eyes. Nope, not floaters or migraines. I mean, I've been seeing, say, a brown car go by down the road, except in an odd spot, look again, and realize it isn't a car at all, and anyway, no car could possibly fit in that spot, or would need to be there in the first place. Just moments like that, random, but enough for me to say to myself out loud in the car the other day, when it happened yet again "I'm seeing things -- this is very weird!" Being who I am, none of this has worried me in any way, in fact, I take it as  a communication. From something, for some reason -- who, what, and why, to be determined. One reason I wasn't worried was that just before these little glimpses of whatevers, I had been thinking very heavily on the "ghost" -- more like a residual energy -- left behind in our house. Every now and then it seems to wake up. I've also had some interesting observations regarding my cats, particularly one of the cats. Maybe my focusing on these things had something to do with the activity.

Then the other morning I hear Jim calling to me from the kitchen. "There is NO WAY this happened!" he said. What he found was the missing chopstick. Years ago, a friend of ours made us two pair of wooden chopsticks. Simple, and elegant. And the best damn chopsticks I've ever used. They were just perfect. In every way. No other pair of chopsticks has come close to the two pair given to us by our friend. Then, somehow, I lost my pair. But Jim, the lucky bastard, had his. Until he lost one of the two chopsticks. We looked everywhere. For days. And every now and then for the past couple of years. But no chopstick. For sentimental reasons, he kept the one lone chopstick.

So the other morning, Jim is baffled by his find. The missing chopstick, wedged in between one of the plastic drawer thingies we have on a shelf, and the wall. Now, we most certainly would have seen that chopstick -- we use that drawer several times a day. There isn't any way we could not notice a chopstick -- the wondrous, magical chopstick -- wedged between the drawer and the wall of the cupboard.

And anyway, just why would a chopstick end up on a cupboard shelf, next to a drawer? Just one of those weird things.