Simple Somethings and the Unexplained.

This. This is Don's Bass. Isn't it just...sexy? Don't you want to hold it? Damn, I want to play this bass someday. Sooner or later I will. Oh you bet on your sweet Aunt Betty I will. I have some clips of Don playing his bass, but I see no point in uploading them. Its the first he'd picked it up in 5 years. It made me sad. Its hard for him to play now because of his fingers being abused. He's developed a calcium deposit on all of his knuckles. It was the hardest thing to watching him play. You could see how much he loves it and just how much it cuts him that he can't play for more than 5 minutes.

It was that 5-10 minutes worth of playing that made me want to learn bass instead of guitar. Not that its simple. It isn't. Its just that Don has this way of inspiring me among many other wonderful things. Its just something I want to do not only for me but for him too. He's a teacher. Through and through and I think he would enjoy showing me how. ( He has what I like to call the mentor syndrome. He doesn't let it go if you don't understand or don't know what he's talking about. If it takes an hour to explain he will take the time to explain it.) Ah, but now I'm rambling. I just wanted to share its sexiness.

Now onto what I really set out to write this blog about. At 'The Bat Cave' Don has a few...happenings. Walking on the roof, the sound of a T.V. late at night without a t.v. on, strange howling, creatures darting out of sight when you walk near...to name few. While visiting the Bat Cave I experienced 2 of those listed above and something else that he said was something new.

I arrived at his place at about 4am on April 27th. He handed me some blankets and some sheets and went back to bed. I went into the spare bedroom and started to make the bed. I heard the T.V. on low. I thought, "He must have turned it on to go to sleep." (He turns it on low when he goes to bed and leaves it while when he sleeps. It keeps the brain thinking? Or something like that.) I smiled and went to sleep.

He went to work the next morning. I got up and moved myself to the couch to watch the television and possibly take a nap. The weather was in the 60's-70's and he had the windows open and a small fan in the spare bedroom window. It was blowing out the window to allow better air circulation. It was breezy, but nothing very strong. It happened to be blowing against the opposite side of said window. Now, while watching the tube I heard a loud bang. I went looking in the direction of the bedrooms and noticed the fan on the floor. It was at the full length of its cord. (See Photo.) Now, with the fan blowing OUT the window and the wind flow going with the fan...how did it end up so far away from the window? It looks like it was thrown or perhaps pulled out and simply dropped. I took a photo to show Don and get his opinion on it when he got home and put the fan back in the window. It didn't happen again that day or again when I came back to visit a week later. It didn't happen when I wasn't there either.

Don came home for lunch and I showed him the photo. I had hoped, him being the more level headed, that he would just say that it was the wind. However, he came up with the same theory I had. Then I asked him about the T.v. earlier that morning. He said he thought it was me, there being a television in my room too, but I didn't know it was hooked up or even plugged in. Not to mention I was far too exhausted to do anything but make my bed and then sleep in it. Strange, isn't it?

When I came back a week later I stayed for another 3 days. I had told Don I'd do his dishes before I went home before he had gone to bed. I, being a night shift clerk, wasn't ready for bed. I pulled out a book and lay in bed reading. I heard footsteps in the living room and the faint sound of dishes rattling. I was a little annoyed thinking he was up doing the dishes because he couldn't sleep until they were done, but when I got up and opened the bedroom door everything was dark and he was snoring softly in the next room. The footsteps went on for a while before I stopped paying attention to them. So, I'm not even sure when they stopped. When I told him the next day about it, he only said he was glad that there was someone else to experience it.

Ah, fun stuff. You know, one of these days I'm going up there with a tape recorder and I'm going to talk to "it". "The Entity" as Don often refers to it. I already know it doesn't like me. "It" wouldn't let me call him on his land line, but since I call his cell phone now there hasn't been a problem for a year or more. "It" used to block me something fierce. I remember once that I had needed so desperately to talk to him and "it" wouldn't let me through. (The phone rings on my end, but not his. He has an answering machine and it picks up after so many rings, but it won't if its not ringing through on his end of the line. Phone company says is fine, and a few new phone later the problem is still there.) "It' wouldn't let me through. So I screamed into the phone for "it" to let me in. It was the strangest sound I had ever heard on the other end. Like a hissing scream. "It" hung up on me entirely then, but when I tried back Don picked up after the 2nd ring. So, I'm certain I'll get some interesting conversation from this one.