Electrical Storm

OK, first things first: It's become very clear to me that I will most likely NOT be blogging very often while school is on. My once a week goal was definitely a big ol' pie in the sky.

The second thing is that I remain quite un...something. At first, everything just seemed so freaking absurd, there was so much material with which to work. But as time has gone on, everything has felt more tragic, more real, and way less funny. And as the holidays loom, it is really hitting me that Hyde and Daddy are gone.

I made the decision to be with Jeckle and Mr. Wizard (and Mom) for Christmas a couple of weeks ago. I anticipate this being a mixed blessing. Not the being with, but the being there, without my brother or daddy. See, I didn't go back for Christmas last year after Daddy died. My last Christmas there was with everyone. Something tells me this is going to be hard.

As for the electrical storm...I wrote a few blogs back that it seemed as if Hyde had finally broken on through to the other side. I take that back.

There was recently a series of weird electrical occurrences and findings at the house. Brand new bulbs that blew out immediately and repeatedly, the discovery of an ungrounded outlet with wires that were completely fried, and wiring from an outlet that mysteriously went up into the crawl space above the house, going who-knows-where, also burnt to a crisp.

Have I mentioned that our brother loved all things electrical? One time when he and Jeckle were kids, he wired the doorknob to her room so that when she went to turn the knob she got shocked. He also wired up a stereo so that the sound would come out of her closet and scare her.

So, the question is this: Are these electrical situations the result of tampering, then or now?

And, if Hyde had lived much longer, would he have met his end because the house burned to the ground?