lktknow

I have not one iota of trouble believing everything you say happened, happened.
There have been things, just such as what you are saying, happen to me my entire life.
I learned the hard way, as far as mentioning most of them to anyone.
It's not a kind thing when friends seem to think you are either loony, or have been nipping the cooking sherry.
So, nowadays, (especially since I am getting up there in age, and truly do not want to be remembered as a quack), I rarely mention any of it to anyone. And, I do not mean to suggest these things happen on a daily basis, or even a weekly basis. They just happen with no rhyme or reason.
I'll give you a few examples, it feels rather good to be able to talk about them actually. If I am bombarded with excuses as to the why of these things happening, I'll tell you first, that I have went through every scenario as to why the certain thing happened, and the majority of them were found to be unexplainable to me.
One of the things that happened, is after I moved in with my last significant other, and had lived there about a month, (his wife had passed away in the house a a few years before my moving in), and this started happening on a regular basis. I would go about my morning chores of making the bed, and just generally cleaning up the house. I would finish in the bedroom, and move to the next room. One day as I walked past the bedroom door, his side of the bed had the covers turned down as if someone were going to bed. I went in and remade the bed, smoothing all the wrinkles out, and standing at the door thinking , "how did I forget to make that side of the bed"? About an hour later, I was in the hallway, glanced into the bedroom, his side of the bedcovers were turned down again. I went to the front room, sat on the couch, trying to collect my wits, convincing myself I am not crazy, and I see what I see and know what I know. That I made the bed completely and twice now his side of the covers have somehow been turned down. I went in and made it again, and it didn't happen again that day. But on a regular basis it happened once or twice a month. I did tell him about it, and he said it was very typical of his wife to turn the covers down for him, because he usually went to bed before she did. I left it that way one time, and he said it was the exact way she would turn them down for him. But, he still looked at me a little sideways, because he was not actually at home when he could have seen me make it, and then without me going back in the room, see how it had been turned down. I just let it drop as far as telling him about it.
Another thing that happens here is I have a very heavy music box on top of the bookshelves. You have to wind it up and push a button to make it play, but it plays by itself ever so often. It has doors that open and fold outside of themselves, and then repeat the process in closing them. It happens about once a month, that it just starts playing without being wound, or anyone pushing the button.
I could most likely write a book about the different little things that have happened, well, maybe a couple chapters to a book. A few of them had me actually questioning my recollection of the events, and second guessing myself as to if I had really put something where it was found, or not, but knowing I had not, but just for the sake of not being made out to be crazy, going along with everyone , admitting to them, that "yes, I may have been mistaken "..but it hurts inside to have to do that, when like I said, you know what you know, and have seen what you did. So, now like I also said, I just don't mention it to anyone.
I guess it matters not, if you all think I am loony, lol.

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