Just as I was thinking I would have trouble knowing 'when' solstice should be by more than a date on the calendar (excessively wet and cold, not terribly summer here), late night reminded me that there are those things that don't care about the weather to judge the sabbat 'here'.
I was coming from my laundry room into the house, and just as I stepped up over the threshold, a shadow fell as if someone was walking into the same room as I was, but from the living room. I thought it was my husband. But I stepped into a completely empty room!
My husband was in the bathroom, door shut. Yes, a chill-thrill went through me. It has been a long time since some "one" visited the house and it troubled me a lot. It is easy to forget accounts of the traditional "veil thinning" at the summer solstice. The usual brightness of the season tends to dispel that aspect, don't you think?
But the shadow was there, a feeling of tentativeness flavoring the room. With my son in Afghanistan, I had to control the urge to freak out; and confined my semi-panic to asking questions of my pendulum. I ask if the shadow "visitor" was someone recently dead. It said yes.

It said it was no blood-relative of mine. I took an unreasonable amount of comfort from this answer...
I should have stopped there, but I asked about my step-mother, from whom I am now estranged. She broke her hip in December and has resisted all therapy and necessary 'back to it' procedures since then. The pendulum answered in the affirmative.
