The Things He Does for Love: Ghost Hunting Classes

Ever since we moved to Nashville and got cable, I’ve been introduced to a whole slew of new TV entertainment. I wrote about how we’re addicted to MTV’s The Hills, but I’m also nuts for Sci Fi’s Ghost Hunters. Heck, I’m nuts about all things ghost period.

I signed up to receive a newsletter from a local ghost hunting group here in Nashville, the Adsagsona Paranormal Society. They hold meetings once a month that I’ve been wanting to attend, but something always seems to come up that prevents me from checking them out.

However, the other day on their Yahoo! Group list I saw they were going to be holding a ghost hunting class this Saturday. I got really excited, because that’s something I’d like to learn more about. Not sure I could ever really go on a hunt. I’d love to, but I have gut-check issues. (I’ll be illustrating that in a blog I’ll write next month about our experience at Halloween Horror Nights.)

Anyway, the trouble was this is a weekend Wayne’s in town. I’ve spent the last two weeks away from him, I don’t want to waste any of our ‘Wii’ time with a class. But I really wanted to go…

So I asked if he’d be interested in coming too. I explained how I didn’t want to be away from him, but I was also really interested in the course. To my surprise he said, “Sure, I’ll go. If you can really make it through that is.” (This is another reference to our Halloween Horror Nights debacle.)

I was so excited I could hardly believe it.

“Really? You don’t mind doing this for me?”

“Don’t I always do things for you?”

Yep, he does.

He took dancing classes 13 years ago with me when I thought that’d be a fun us activity. Even though I have two left feet which left his aching.

When I got accepted to do a writer’s workshop but knew I’d need some help hauling around the projector and handing out materials, I asked if he’d come with and be my assistant. He agreed without hesitation.

When I got all jazzed up about taking Murph to the Fur Ball, a black-tie affair for the Jacksonville Humane Society that was $75 per person, he forked out the cash and even rented a tux without once complaining about the expense.

And now he’s going to come learn to be a Ghost Buster with me. Even though he probably would have rather spent his time doing other things this weekend.

It’s times like these when I realize, “Wow. He must really love me.”

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