Kind of an odd day at the house. You could feel something in the air, I was a little uneasy all day. Upon first walking in it was about 10 in the morning, not quite sure what I was going to do that day, probably paint as usual. A house that encompasses approximately 2900 sq. ft. believe me the painting is endless… good thing I like paint. I really do I like the colors, the smell of fresh latex in the air almost as good as a walking into a Starbucks, you probably think I’m kidding I’m really not, really, yeah sad. Anyway I’m just kinda standing there and in my “Stepford wives” ( If you haven’t heard of the stepford wives your probably to young to be reading this) quiet like neighborhood I hear this huge Boom!!, I mean it literally shook the house for a good 3-4 seconds, weirder the sound came from upstairs, I kinda froze, as usual no one was outside, no cars, people, just the perfectly cut lawns I saw when I pulled in (except for ours) I swear I don’t know who cut’s them? I never see it happen or here it, weird but that’s a whole different subject… Lawn fairies or something at night. I may seem flippant about all this but hey I am kind of getting used to it and I’m kinda bored and feeling sarcastic tonight. Anyway I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t even bother to look upstairs at this point I’m real used to the strange stuff and I didn’t see any glaring holes in the house so I just went about my day, the rest of the day was uneventful I had called my husband and told him about it, he didn’t know what to say either. I mean really I just kind if chalked it up! Hours later I cleaned up sat on the couch, you probably think it’s weird I have a couch in our rehab so does my husband, but I, being an artist have already mentally moved in I mean the living room is painted and decorated, so it gets dusty, I need my aesthetic fix, to be inspired to work. My husband didn’t know this but as soon as we got the key I started working my design plan and buying at least one item a week and hiding it in the trunk of my car after the first 6 weeks or so I practically had to sit on it to get it to close, “hee, hee” Explanation aside and back on the couch of course I had my handy boom box, I rarely turn it on I like quiet. When I get up in the morning I sit in silence, no tv, radio, nothing except of course my dogs for seriously like 2 hours just taking in thought. No morning news for me, I’m right brained, as long as things appear the same and the sky is still the right color I don’t sweat it. I’m rambling again, slight a.d.d. So here I am on the couch I promise I won’t go into that again… and the radio comes on! it was on whatever AM station my husband left it on you know… sports, it was about 3 ish and the Indians were on, yeah I’m near Cleveland… sorry Just kidding Cleveland is actually “The bomb” no pun intended. Now this happened right in front of me I mean I was just kind of zoning, working up the energy to go home and there it was, shocked? yeah, freaked? a little, this was a little less benign then my previous “in person” experiences, not knowing really what to do I just said ” Like Baseball?’ left the game on, got my stuff and left for the night.