Da Juana Byrd

I just did a radio show on my favorite topic, ghosts. The on-air host was amazed at how many people have ghost stories. And I was in hog heaven. In case you don’t know what hog heaven is, that’s when a pig has it’s very own mud puddle, has been fed and now can sleep without fear of bugs biting or anyone bothering him or her. It must be a wonderful state of being.

The reason that my friend, Bob, wanted to talk about ghosts is because it seems he and his wife have a couple now. His wife doesn’t have a problem with them but you know how men are. He’s worried. But we cleared up his dilemma immediately. After my telling his wife about the woman and the child, she chimed in and told me that she hears the child sometimes and that someone rattles the doorknob. That would be the lady.

I had to ask Bob why he was worried. Ghosts make good companions. They can baby-sit and keep your children occupied for hours. Not only that but they make good guard-ghosts by alarming you when something is amiss. They can turn on lights or turn them off. And appliances can be fun too. Why wouldn’t anyone in their right mind want a ghost to live with them? I know I love it.

The other night while talking to a friend, I even had one run her hand across my mouth and nose so that I could feel the heat of her slender hand but that was only because she wanted me to tell her daughter, who was on the phone with me, hello. With a ghost in the house, you are never alone. And they listen when you talk. Well, most of the time.

Da Juana

You know how I tell you about my friends sometimes. Well, I have a man that I have done radio off and on with for a few years. The moment I talked with him, I fell in love. This man has a voice that women would love to listen to without ever going to sleep and he has wonderful intelligence to go along with his mouth. He has made me stop and think many times before I could give a good answer. And he’s doing it again. I’m reading his new book, “Living an Uncommon Life.”

I only get to read it when I’m not doing anything else but……I do take it to the bathroom with me while I contemplate and also when I walk on the treadmill. The treadmill is something I am giving myself again even though time is so hard to come by. I decided that 40 minutes of time is a gift I need for me.

When I first picked the book up, opened it and read a page or two, he had me. Generally, I only get one message from my reading material but he is giving me a wealth of look-at-yourself-again Da Juana. And I am.

John St. Augustine, don’t you love the name, has a way of putting words together that doesn’t upset but rather makes you proud you read.

Da Juana