This evening....Grandma Valeria entered my home and spoke to me I believe. Now, I don't do the whole "ghosts/resurrection from the dead/visiting from the spirts" kick. I think it's kind of lame, to be honest. But I do believe that people whom we have lost speak to us in various methods. And this occurred in my home this evening.
Now let me give a little background info before proceeding with this story!
There is a term in our family we use called "The Val Curse" or "Woah...Val alert!" This alert is the fact that my Grandmother cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned some more. She was the queen of Chlorox and a beautiful, spotless, clean home. She also cooked food of Godliness. She was basically Super-Woman.
My dear mother, Marlys, definitely received these traits. In fact, nearly everyone in our family received a little Val. A trait to be proud of. I unfortunately was very young when my Grandmother Valeria passed--so just live out memories from stories I Have heard, and her similarities in my Mom!
I remember growing up, my Mom did not sit down. I have acquired this trait. I drive my poor husband, Ryan, crazy with this characteristic. I hate to sit down and relax--it just doesn't feel right! Often when I have a day at home alone--I clean, cook, and strive to make everything in the house picturesque and perfect! When I feel like I run out of things to clean, I ask myself "W.W.M.D" (What...what...Marlys do?) And I often come up with a new cleaning project! (Mom, you are truly an outstanding influece! :D)
Today...I returned from my 12 mile run and got straight to cleaning: organizing book shelves, boxing up summer clothes, cleaning cupboards, and of course vaccuming--it's been 2 days since I've vacuumed the house!
After completion of all this--I decided, "I am on break between semesters. Starting Monday, the next 8 weeks are going to suck. I deserve to sit down and read a book."
The entire time I was sitting and reading, thoughts ran through my mind of "Gee, I should really be doing something around the house. Maybe I should bake some cookies or bread." Then I finally thought, "I know! I should be cleaning the refridgerator. It's been a couple weeks....." But I talked myself out of it, and decided I deserved to sit down for a few minutes and read.
When all of a sudden I hear this interesting noise in the distance. I couldn't put my finger on it. Then I realized it was a "drip-drop" noise.
I started checking all the sinks and tubs--thinking maybe a sink wasn't turned off. But no...that wasn't it.
And then I looked at the kitchen floor--and I see a LARGE puddle seeping across my kitchen.
I opened the fridge door and there was the culprit! I had a GALLON pitcher of iced tea with a spigot. Well, my box of wine (yes, I know...classy) was leaning against the spiggot. The ENTIRE GALLON managed to pour out into my fridge, even into my vegetable drawer.
Guess what I got to do? Get a bucket of pinesol, sponges, and rags--and clean the refridgerator!
I am truly convinced this was Grandma Val speaking to me. As I was on my hands and knees emptying the fridge and cleaning, I could actually hear her saying, "You're going to sit on the couch and read instead of clean the fridge? Fine then--I'll give you a reason to clean the fridge."
So now my house is thoroughly cleaned and I am satisfied. Thank you Grandma! I should know better than to be gluttonous and sit on the couch and read apparently!