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yakalskovich) wrote2007-12-22 05:01 pm
yakalskovich) wrote2007-12-22 05:01 pm
There's a ghost in the kitchen!
My parents have got a ghost in their kitchen nowadays. Or at least the lamp over the kitchen table flickers in a very boding way, sometimes even accompanied by that 'bzzz' sound we all know from 'Supernatural'?
Funny how such fictional lore seeps into general consciousness, along the lines of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
teriel's 'Pop Culture Magic'. Wasn't there somebody on my flist with a scary passage at work that armed themselves with rock salt?
Anyway, there we were, me washing up and that ghost by the kitchen table. I had to turn my back on it while standing at the sink. Briefest of considerations told me that it had to be somebody who'd been in the kitchen before, while alive, so most likely a friendly presence. Some sort of accumulated ancestral kami -- at least that's where I left it at, so I started talking to it while I was washing up.
I complained to it about its descendants, my parents -- much as I personally hate housework, I hate a mess a tiny little bit more, so I undertake the housework, even though it gets on my nerves and makes me very snarky. Other people prefer living wildly and creatively to doing housework, and cheerfully accept their mess; that is a valid approach I can respect as well. But my parents (I told the accumulated ancestral kami) manage to actually combine a maximum of mess with a maximum of housework; it is almost unnatural. Division of labour means more to do for all involved, not less, and the place looks like an ancestral pig-sty! I have no idea how they manage to do that.
Well, if there wasn't a ghost, just a light bulb on the fritz, I at least had a good whinge! But funny thing is, while I was talking to it, the flickering of the light completely stopped...
P.S.: Also, I loved 'A Very Supernatural Christmas'! Krampus -- OMG, Krampus! That's part of the common lore in Bavaria, still live in parts, and known by all. In other parts of Germany, the fellow is known as 'Knecht Ruprecht' after whom, as far as I can tell, a certain Adolphus Ruprecht is named...
Funny how such fictional lore seeps into general consciousness, along the lines of
teriel's 'Pop Culture Magic'. Wasn't there somebody on my flist with a scary passage at work that armed themselves with rock salt?Anyway, there we were, me washing up and that ghost by the kitchen table. I had to turn my back on it while standing at the sink. Briefest of considerations told me that it had to be somebody who'd been in the kitchen before, while alive, so most likely a friendly presence. Some sort of accumulated ancestral kami -- at least that's where I left it at, so I started talking to it while I was washing up.
I complained to it about its descendants, my parents -- much as I personally hate housework, I hate a mess a tiny little bit more, so I undertake the housework, even though it gets on my nerves and makes me very snarky. Other people prefer living wildly and creatively to doing housework, and cheerfully accept their mess; that is a valid approach I can respect as well. But my parents (I told the accumulated ancestral kami) manage to actually combine a maximum of mess with a maximum of housework; it is almost unnatural. Division of labour means more to do for all involved, not less, and the place looks like an ancestral pig-sty! I have no idea how they manage to do that.
Well, if there wasn't a ghost, just a light bulb on the fritz, I at least had a good whinge! But funny thing is, while I was talking to it, the flickering of the light completely stopped...
P.S.: Also, I loved 'A Very Supernatural Christmas'! Krampus -- OMG, Krampus! That's part of the common lore in Bavaria, still live in parts, and known by all. In other parts of Germany, the fellow is known as 'Knecht Ruprecht' after whom, as far as I can tell, a certain Adolphus Ruprecht is named...