Paranormal Activities at the Ranch

Bob and I don't really put much stock in poltergeists or numerology or other worldly phenomenon, but we do like our occasional horoscopes. I'm a Cancer and both Bob and Jules are Tauruses (Tauruns?) so that makes us all wonderfully compatible. (It's anyone's guess when Maggie's birthday is; for some truly stupid reason to do with horse racing, all horses are said to have January 1 as their birthday).
Anyway, we religiously read "Free Will Astrology" and have for years; otherwise, how would we know what to do with our lives? I can't say that Rob Brezsny is any more or less "accurate" than any other astrologer, but he's funnier and more provocative. Don't worry; we haven't gone all Nancy Reagan.
But now that I've confessed this much, one member of this household is always eager to look up the horoscope printed in any of the fashion magazines that I get. (I get these magazines for art purposes, like the porn magazines. That's another blog posting...) These horoscopes tend towards the "hot month to ask that new himbo at the water cooler out" persuasion and to give zodiacal tips on making sure your bag matches your shoes, especially if that catty Saturn is in your third house, which rules all things hosiery. This explains why we always look so good...
On a useful note, I think that remembering one's weekly horoscope is a good at home test for Alzheimer's Disease. Half way through the week, Bob or I will quiz the other with, "Do you remember what your horoscope was?" Typically, we remember one or the other; rarely both.

Our house is generally quiet when it comes to spooks and things that got rat-a-tat-tat-tat in night. When we were looking to buy a house, we always inquired about hauntings/ possessions/ apparitions and the like. I for one do not wish to mess where I shouldn't be a-messin', and things that visit from astral planes and parts unknown are in this camp. I have spent several (distantly past) uneasy nights in houses that were haunted and had no desire to purchase one. While Bob and I aren't superstitious, I think we're both cautious.
Having said that, I will allow that occasionally things disappear, such as the scrubber thing for the dishes in the sink (Both Bob and I are certain that that has gone over to "the other side"). And my socks... some spook with fifteen legs is having a field day as my socks are constantly disappearing. Perhaps I should ask Planchette for guidance.
A psychic whom we had visit to confer with our previous horse (to determine why he was so miserable) said that there are many Native American spirit residents of our property and that they liked us. We never really figured out what was bugging Crispin the Horse but at least the indigenous peoples think well of us.