I have nothing to blog about today, so can I ramble? Do you mind? Because I've had something tickling my brain since Friday.
Friday was April 16th. While that probably holds no special meaning for you, it happens to be my grandmother's birthday. This particular grandma (Maw Maw) has been gone some 25 years now, but was really amazing to me when I was a kid. She was a "stuff" collector of the extreme sort, in the way that there was literally just a path to her kitchen, to her living room chair, to the bathroom, and to the bedroom. Everything else was piled high. With stuff. I remember my parents being so disgusted with it and I could never understand it. I thought it was the coolest place in the world. She loved clutter. You could turn around at almost any point and find something to pick up, explore, and in most cases even open because much of what she would buy would land somewhere and never be touched again. You could sit in the living room chair and not be seen from the kitchen, and I found that to be the best kind of hiding place--hiding in plain sight!
The only thing that bothered me there, was the fact that there were stairs. Stairs leading up to something I never got to see. Because the piles in front of and on the staircase were too high. I used to try to figure out how I could climb over those piles, and make it up to the mystery floor. But I never did.
In my latest novel, the main character's birthday is April 16th (not by accident), which is also the day her mother died, which is also the day some other significant things happen. Kind of a big day in there. And while my husband and I were eating out on Friday night, I mentioned what day it was and how I might have forgotten about it if the date hadn't made itself important in what I was writing. Ten minutes later, a breeze brushed my left side, blowing my napkin off the table.
It occurred to me that there was no breeze, and no air vents close by. No waiter hurrying past that would generate such movement. But I blew it off (no pun intended) and continued with the evening.
Probably another ten or fifteen minutes later, with no one else around ( I checked ), it happened again. The breeze went by my left side, moving my hair, and blowing the napkin off the table again. I watched it flutter down as goosebumps worked their way down my back. My husband didn't notice, he was watching the big screen tv on the wall.
I left the napkin where it was. Figured she'd like it that way.