The Weight of It's Presences

I can't sleep.
I am haunted this evening.
I saw a Ghost today. The weight of it's presence is with me.
It approached me... wanting something it thought I had.
But it is this Ghost that has something of mine. Not the other way around.

It stole from me, without even knowing, or maybe not caring...

I wish I never saw it's face. I knew it was out there, and preferred not knowing it's face, it's voice, it's nature. I felt cornered. I performed well, never giving it pleasure. It didn't realize it fazed me at all.
How strong I am, or so it seemed.

Good show, jolly good.

But now, the hours pass. My hubby is out of town far from protecting me. I am laying here awake, thinking of this ghost...

I am strong. Stronger than any ole' ghost. Wretched things.

This isn't a very old Ghost. I haven't known it long. Just long enough.

So I lie in bed. Thoughts dancing across my head. I know I need to sleep. I have a busy day at work tomorrow starting early in a few hours.

Time for me to carry on. I tricked this Ghost, so I need to relax. If it shows again, I will be ready, for now I know what it looks like.

It made me stronger.. not weaker.

The Sock Monkey

Meet my Sock Monkey. He doesn't have a name. I think he did at one time, I kindof remember it being Jimmy.

Now, I just call him

SOCK MONKEY!
I got him as a Christmas gift from my Great-Grandmother, Beulah Rahmann, 40 some years ago. She made him as well as dozens of these little monkeys, from yes, red socks, plastic sandwich bags (his stuffing), and a couple of beads for his eyes. My sister, Julie, also had one. Hers looked like Jimmy's older brother. A little taller and different bead eyes. I don't know if she still has him. I imagine not.

Somehow, over the years I have let things go, but he has always remained with me. He is missing some stuffing and his tail. But he is still cute. He wasn't a favorite toy. He mostly sat on a shelf in my room, and I rarely played with him.

I do more now than I did then.

You see, I find him really funny. Especially, because my oldest daughter HATES him. Yes, Emily is afraid of "Sock Monkeys". Over the years, I have taken some warp pleasure in scaring my daughters with him. He would appear in their bed, in dresser drawers. sneaking up their bed (with me hiding behind him).

Recently, I sent Emily a text with his picture. She is going to be pissed at me for this blog entry too. Especially because she will notice that he is on her bed.

Seriously, what is wrong with me? I am giggling as I write. Sergio gets mad at me when I tease her but I just cant stop. Annie never let it bother her, she just laughed it off and tried to scare me with one of her little stuffed animals.

I think Emily isn't really scared. More like she thinks it is creepy. She couldn't believe they got popular a few years ago. Everyone thought they were cute, except Emily. She was the only one of her friends that had even seen a sock monkey before let alone had a crazy Mom with one.

I think he is so cute! He makes me smile. He gives me laugh lines.

Evil little sock monkey? Nah.. he is so cute! Maybe if I get one for Emily, she will grow to love them.

Sock Monkey Loves You Emily!