Bringing Back Sligo

I have jokingly stated that this house is haunted but, in all seriousness, this house is haunted.  At the very least there is a petrified British soldier lurking around, thinking he’s still alive, fighting a war.  This doesn’t even take into account the people who most certainly passed away peacefully in their beds and whose souls wander the halls of the home they once inhabited.  While the current house did not witness the horrors of war who’s to say what negative energy may be within the structure and land.

The day we closed on Sligo Marcus took his brother, Jonas, to see the house.  It’s probably worth mentioning at this point that the house has been vacant for 10 years and, as such, has suffered it’s fair share of vandalism (which is only one of the myriad of reasons I was hesitant to buy this house).  So, when Marcus and Jonas arrived at the house they noticed a window had been newly broken.  I don’t know why Marcus felt compelled to fix the window (the house did it) because half of the windows are broken anyway and going to be replaced so what’s one more?  But, attempt to fix it he did and, in doing so, accidentally hit his right pointer finger on the broken glass which promptly “gushed blood” (his words, not mine and Lord Almighty am I glad I wasn’t there).

You can then imagine my surprise when a few hours later I called to ask how the closing went and discovered Marcus and Jonas were at the hospital because Marcus needed stitches.  Imagine my even further surprise when I called hours after that and discovered they were still at the hospital because, as it turns out, Marcus had not only cut his finger he had severed the tendon by 50%.

There are a few of you reading today that know my husband, Marcus, on a personal level and there are a few of you who do not.  For those of you who do not know Marcus very well, know this:  Through the years he has been known to break bones, need stitches, collapse lungs (twice), electrocute himself (resulting in hospitalization), and, in general seriously injure himself frequently.  In 2010 he fractured his skull and six weeks later fractured his collar bone.  Since then it’s mostly been black eyes and maybe some stitches here and there but this is all to say that Marcus was long overdue for another serious injury.

Marcus’s injury has since resulted in a surgery which has left his right hand incapacitated at the moment.  The timing couldn’t be worse as we gear-up to move and still have many, many projects to finish at the current house (remember that fixer upper before this fixer upper).  Will the house be happy and leave us alone after this?  Or is this just the beginning?

Thank you, Marcus and Jonas, for sharing this extremely close-up picture of a gaping wound.

Marcus’s current situation.  I can’t lie, I laughed a little when I saw this picture of Marcus’s hand after the surgery.