i've felt kind of off this week. no real explanation, but really wound up and stressed out and all those other verbs and prepositions. i'm looking forward to some QT this evening, so I'll take the time to calm down. eat cookies. watch a scary movie or two. i rented ginger snaps 3: the beginning (i love the ginger snaps series - and it's canadian!), the first season of the office, and from dusk till dawn.
this morning on the walk to work the snow was so thick i couldn't see from one end of the park to the next. it reminded me of a story i'd heard when i was at upei. there's a building there called dalton hall which is home to the department of education. well over 30 years ago, when upei was st. dunstan's university, dalton hall was a nurses dormitory (as my co-worker puts it: "sexy"). one of the nurses was walking across the field coming home during a really bad snowstorm. i guess she was totally snowblind and ended up getting lost. they found her the next day frozen to death in the field. they say her ghost haunts the fourth floor of dalton hall. when i had an office in the basement, i loved all the stories people would tell me about the building. i suck at retelling them, but i love hearing them.
one of my favourite lessons when i was teaching in japan was to have my upper level students tell me ghost stories they had heard. i LOVE ghost stories. but i also really like all the japanese horror movies that have become so popular here in the past few years. they can do creepy like nobody's business. although i didn't really understand ju-on...maybe when i see the anglicized, buffy-friendly version.
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i love ghost stories too--and also adverbs: so here's a good one (ghost story that is, not adverb, though i could send one of those along too--see, there are two of them right there); anyhow (another one), story from oxford university (posh, eh?)-- there is a lady who haunts the duke humphrey's reading room at the bodleian library there, where apparently they had to replace the floor a few centuries ago, and since this ghost lady walks on the old floor (ok, she's a conservative ghost--aren't they all?), you can only see her from the waist up, or maybe it's from the knees up (?). whatever. also, there are lots of ghost stories from up the road in lucan, all having to do with the donnellys. like a priest we knew from st. pat's in lucan used to talk about this rocking chair on the porch of the rectory there that would rock on its own, and they all thought it must be william or joanna donnelly or one of the others from that somewhat disfunctional but narratively interesting family. or maybe that priest just had a drinking problem.
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