Tuesday, August 08, 2006

A Little Adventure

We had a minor adventure today, my #2 son and I. We went to
see if anyone was in their classrooms on the north side of Lower
Basementia. After traipsing through the darkened library, which
is the major thoroughfare for travel from one end of Basementia
to the other, we came to the darkened north hall. To our right
was the computer graveyard, where old computers go to die
and then be resurrected and installed in someone else's classroom.
Someone else lower in the pecking order from whence the dying
computer came. Also to our right were two classrooms, empty
of their teachers. At the very end of the hall were the glass doors
to the back driveway and athletic field. These doors had a plastic
contraption draped over the push-bar door handles to keep them
from being opened from the outside.

Satisfied that nobody was in the rooms having fun without us,
#2 and I turned back for the return jaunt through the library. We
had taken about 4 steps, and were almost to the computer
graveyard when we heard 'click'. We turned as one, and looked
at those doors. 'Click'. That is what it sounded like, a door latch.
My boy's eyes were big as saucers. "What was that?" "I don't
know. It sounded like a door." He grabbed my hand and pulled me
to the library. I told him I thought one of the teachers might have
been trying to get in, but nobody was there. He continued to pull
my arm. I said, "What's the matter? Are you afraid?" He nodded
his head. Huh! Once you've seen a headless man in your basement,
a little click is nothing. Silly boy.

I put some more things away, went through my requisitions, and
discovered that there are two boxes of things I did not recieve.
I said I needed them by Aug. 1. So...are they in the wrong room?
Have they not yet shipped? Nobody had an answer for me.
School starts next Thursday. I kind of need my materials. I will
have to check with the main office tomorrow to see if they've
been checked in.

My #1 son made himself usefull by hooking up a computer. He
even found a printer in the graveyard and hooked it up, too. It
was a printer/scanner/copier. This was after he had to salvage a
different keyboard. They are made for each other...the computer
graveyard and my techie son. I am assuming that it was OK for
him to take things from there. That's what they always tell me
when I need something computerish, "Did you check that room
in the basement?" All the stuff has an inventory number on it. It's
not like I'm sending him into private homes to help himself. If
they don't want him robbing the computer graveyard, they should
put up a big metal gate and a sign that says "Abandon hope, all
ye who enter here." Or some such thingie, because my little techie
is also a big chicken.

I might get some interesting stories out of Lower Basementia.

5 comments:

Cazzie!!! said...

Wow, that is truly Spooky Moulder stuff...your poor little man..he may never sleep through the night..ever :(
Hey, if you have a spare printer there I would be willing to grab one off of you..how do you think the post will handle sending it to Australia though? Maybe I would receive it in oh...10years time, LOL

MrsCoach2U said...

Could #1 son come stay with us this school year? Mr.Coach just found out he has to teach computers and will need a tutor for himself!

Redneck Diva said...

Do you eat Ghost Toasties for breakfast? Because it seems as if the eerie follows you! Maybe even the afterlife/otherworld thinks you're OH SO PRETTY. I'll ask my ghost if she's heard of you.

Our ghost threw a toy off of the highchair awhile back while Irish Divinity was picking up her wee little Irishman. We were standing there talking and the toy just flew across the room. I gave it a funny look and said, "Hmh. Wonder what made that happen" and Divinity said, "Ummmmm...nothing! I was looking at the highchair when it just flew off of there!" I think our little old lady has an ornery sense of humor.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Cazzie,
He says his grandpa visits him at night to make sure nothing funny is going on. He's said this since he was 3 or 4, even though his grandpa died when he was 6 weeks old. Then again, he's also told me he used to have a sister, and has asked me, "Remember when I was big and you were little, and I took care of you?" Hmm...maybe this boy has read some Shirley MacLaine books.

I'm not so worried about how long the printer would take to reach Australia, but about how many pieces it would be in when it arrived.


Mrs.,
He's definitely the one for the job. I can't ask him, because he would holler "YES! I'll go!" That boy loves to travel and show off.


Diva,
Hehe! They DO seem to find me. At least mine don't move things. They just smell or appear/disappear or make noise. I take that back. They did move #2 son's pacifier when he was a baby. We searched the house for it for two days and nights. Then it appeared one morning in the middle of the laundry room floor, a room we had searched several times. We also found dimes all over the house for several months. None since then. Your house would scare me out of my wits. Then I couldn't be witty no more.

Redneck Diva said...

I would SO MUCH rather my ghost move things than APPEAR!! EEK!!! Watching objects fly through the house is rather entertaining, but seeing the un-live/un-dead person who's flinging the objects is not.