Need to Have a Chat With My Mom

(apologies in advance to those who think this is too woo-woo)

So we were filming Bathtastic! last week — more on that later I hope — and the project is to replace what Patrick calls the "Reagan Memorial Bathroom" (the brass and pink upstairs one) with something that is a little more us.

During filming, my one and only car key completely disappeared. As in, Patrick and I turned the house upside-down looking for it and it's gone. A new key set me back $400 and was a huge pain to arrange.

At the same time, Rachel (the photojournalist staying at the house) had her computer power cable similarly vanish. And Suzanne reports thinking she was going to put her dinner on a tray and eat outside, then bring some food over to the neighbors', only to have a firm voice say in her head "DON'T TAKE ANYTHING OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"

Which is all a little spooky.

So mom, this is the deal. I love you very much, and, just ask Patrick, any time I remove anything from the house or change anything it's really hard for me. Each thing that changes makes me feel like I am losing a little more of you. But I am proud of the way that we have used the house so far, making it a place for people in need; and when we fully move in to it, we are going to have to change things and make them ours. You did not work so hard to leave me that house to make it a museum to you — you did so so that I could have a family there, and maybe someday it will be Beatrix's house and she will change still more of it.

To some extent, the idea of you benevolently "haunting" the place makes me feel good, like I have some connection to you. But the car key? Not so great. And let Suzanne eat on the deck if she wants to!

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