It all started around 10:30pm last night.
I was in bed, remote control in hand, and watching episode 5 of “Taken” (written by Stephen King – the king indeed of some of the most horrific stories I’ve ever read, save “Communion” by Whitley Strieber).
Since 1965, UFO’s, alien abduction, crop circles, reading all the books, watching every single episode of the X-Files etc., I've always been interested, intrigued and scared as hell of it all.
So, watching “Taken” seemed like a good idea at the time. I was safe in bed, right?
It was a normal and routine night for me.
The show had progressed from 1947 in Roswell, New Mexico to someplace else in the U.S. in the 1980’s. And so far, the show was sitting pretty well with me.
Then, in a scene, a couple ( sexual tension in the air) went to a lab where an alien corpse from the crash in Roswell, was held in a giant bell jar type of thingey – showing it’s huge grey head, small body and dangly arms and legs.
Suddenly, just as they began the beguine and sunk to the floor in a fit of passion, the creatures eyes cleared and focused!
Well that was it for me. Click! And I turned over and drifted off, thanking my lucky stars/planets that the 3 huge skylights in my ceiling had been removed in May and now I had a solid roof over my head. No chance now of radar detection, spying satellites or alien craft beaming me up.
The next morning I thought about the show and figured that there was no chance of a happy ending and decided not to watch the final episode next week. To hell with that!

Tuesday mornings are spent volunteering at the Resource center so I’d gotten up a little earlier to get the housed tidied up before I went and thereby, needed some major tunes (music).
Living in a small remote “black hole” of a town (cell phones don’t work here) where radio and tv are streamed via satellite, I depend on my “dish” to pull in music to keep me in touch with the outside world and surrounding planets.
Not this morning though, uh uh.
No signal – oh well, try later.
Off I went to cheerfully donate my time and energy to gather and sort a huge bin of used clothing and assorted garbage (thanks, ay)
Today, after a weeks worth of people stashing and trashing, it seemed that there was also a shortage of trash bags to put the stuff in so they just threw it all in the bin loose by the armload. Nice.
What were they thinking? Oh well, deal with it.
After cleaning up and bagging and carrying, I managed to get through it all.
When I was done I was greeted inside the Center with looks from the other volunteers that might have been the same if I’d just landed in a flying saucer from outer space. . .
Oooooooookay – it’s definitely a hormonal day, I’m outta here.
I went home and tried my tv again, still no signal. Strange.
So I threw on a CD and did a nice big load of laundry before I left for the eye doctor.
So far, so good.
I had a good check up at the optomologist , need new lenses but I expected that.
The drive home was uneventful.
I tried the tv again and still no signal. So, I called the service provider and found myself talking to a chap with a heavy Indian accent. He said he was located in Calcutta, India !!
So, here he was, way the hell across the world, trying to talk me through all the steps of trouble shooting my receiver in Eastern Canada and to no avail.
It’s got to be the cables wires or the dish itself needs re-aligning.
Now, what in hell could have happened to all or any of the devices, controls, miles of wire and cable the freakin’ dish between 10:30pm. last night and 8:00am this morning?
A service man will be required.
Heavy sigh.
Guess I’ll go get the laundry from the dryer and get it folded and put away. The basket is really full as I bring it into the kitchen and put it on the chair – like always.
I look away for a second and doesn’t the whole kit and kaboodle mysteriously fall over – in slow motion – all my lily whites strewn across the not so lily white floor! Blast!
Suddenly, I hear a beep, beep, beep, beep – like a phone left off the hook or something. The hair on the back of my neck is starting to bristle.
This is crazy!
Running through the house checking all the phones, I came upstairs to find my bedroom phone in the cradle yet beeping away crazily like something out of the Exorcist (note; I haven’t used my phone in over a week)
I lifted the phone, and got someone from the Whitehouse – no, just kidding – a normal dial tone. Alrighty then.
Later that afternoon, I delivered my beloved car to my mechanic for service and I kissed it and sprinkled holy water on it before I left.
I’m home again sitting here writing this recalling in disbelief the day I’ve had.
The satellite dish still isn’t working although my son said he’d take a look at it.
Dinner’s cooking and all seems well.
I keep thinking and seeing those alien eyes flashing open and wonder . . . .
Perhaps I angered them by turning that show off last night.
I should have stayed tuned and watched it – right, totally terrorizing myself and laying awake sweating all night.
I was thinking of going to see the new X-Files movie with Mulder and Scully next week but why should I?
After today I could script my own movie.
I definitely “want to believe” that “the truth is out there” concerning all that happened today which somehow all began last night . . . . . . .