I don't check under my bed for monsters (it's a platform bed anyway, nothing there but drawers of sweaters). I don't believe that mummies will come back to life and chase me through the city. I'm not afraid of ghosts. Israel isn't prime territory for ghosts and hauntings, and besides, I've always imagined ghosts as a fairly benevolent presence. I believe that witches are connected to a power I don't understand, but it isn't necessarily an evil one. Many witches practice only good. I like that. I'm drawn to it in many ways, but I fear I'm too tied to the mundane to ever really sense it in my being. I don't believe in vampires, but I do like to imagine tiny fairies guarding the land, the part of it we haven't yet managed to pave over that is. I'm terrified of scary movies and haunted houses (even those silly ones where you ride through in a car), so I just avoid them.
These are not the things which haunt me, which leave me lying awake in bed, unable to sleep.
No, what haunts me is of an infinitely more practical nature.
Did I lock the front door?
We're out of blue stuff for the toilet. Must go downstairs right this minute and add "blue stuff" to the shopping list.
Will I remember that Itai is going to a friend's house after school? (Better leave a note.) That Maya has a doctor's appointment? (Better add that to the note too.)
Will I remember to pack the charger for my mobile phone? Must get out of bed right this minute, turn on the laptop, bring up the packing list and see if it's on there. (It was.)
These are the things that haunt my nights, leaving me restless and unable to sleep until I know they're settled. Nothing gothic or romantic like ghosts and goblins, just the detritus of daily living. I think I'd be more interesting if I saw actual ghosts, but then again, it didn't work out real well for that kid in the movie, did it? Oh well, I suppose someone has to be boring, I guess that's me.
Mistress of the mundane. Dame of the details. Hmm... Sounding slightly more interesting now, isn't it? Lady of the Lake. Oh wait, that one's already taken (not to mention irrelevant).
I guess I should stick with the title that best sums up this fixation on life's details - mom. After all, if I didn't keep track of them, who would?
What haunts you?