“DO ghosts eat popcorn?” I believe that the universe (or possibly my father) has been giving me hints… There is a trail of kernals…Kernals of wisdom that nudge me just to the middle of the fork in path. One way spirals off the path to the left and the other to the right. Gut heads to the left so I follow.
I’ve been thinking about that hand since I saw it. The image isn’t quite as sharp but I don’t doubt that it was there. However, I have been wondering if the hand was really reaching for the popcorn.
In steps the universe (or Dad). Valentine’s Day brought me a gift basket from my hubby. His friend is in the business. All he told her was that I don’t like raspberry and chocolate combinations. What did she put in my basket?? Four different flavored popcorn.
Today is exactly one month after my last post. This afternoon I was cleaning the house and what didnt I find? Under the table…On the floor way back in the corner. It was a wire twist tie with the words “Popcornopolis.”
I know better than to believe in coincidences. Apparently ghosts do eat popcorn. When the realization strikes me, my inner voice says “All you had to do was ask!”
