Episode 59 - Dude, Where's My Zombie Story?

Seven years ago I insulated over the ceiling in our cold master bath.  When I stuck my head up there, I found a weird old magazine from the '70s called 'Nude Teens' or something like that.  It wasn't pornographic, but it featured black and white pics of teens of both genders, mostly underage, all in their birthday suits, doing every day type 'stuff': performing various chores while naked, playing volleyball while naked, hanging out with their friends while naked.   You know... stuff.  Naked stuff.  Peculiar item, to say the least.  And peculiar hiding spot, above the ceiling over the shower. 

An older gentleman named Robert owned the house before us.  According to our neighbors who knew him, Robert had been long-divorced and estranged from his family.  We bought the house from Robert's daughter, Mary, after he passed away. 

Shortly after we moved in, I talked to Mary on the phone and expressed my condolences for her father's passing.  "I'm really sorry about your dad, Mary," I told her.  Mary responded, as short and as cold as I can imagine, with, "Well he was old," and then abruptly moved on to another subject.

There was not a lot of affection there and Mary wanted me to know it.  Later, when I discovered the magazine tucked into its hiding spot, I didn't want to imagine why. 

That old ceiling came down today and went into the trash. And when that was done, I  started ripping out the shower. 

Thanks to Michiyo, we had grilled bacon-wrapped asparagus, potato salad, veggie salad, rice, and a beer for dinner.
Corona, of course.

The Zombie Bath Remodel continues...