We just had our excitement for the day.
No one ever comes down my driveway. No one.
I was busy looking around the net and there they were.
Two young men in black. I waited. No doorbell. I heard them say, "I know she saw us".
I have my blinds up so I can see birds. After they rang, I ventured over to the door. I wasn't getting up from my old arse without them working for it. I have my busy net exploring life .. after all.
I did have to wait for my second big barking dog to arrive though. She was upstairs napping on my daughter's bed. Takes a while for her to actually get up and down the stairs and get ready to bark at someone. I opened my door just enough so they could see and hear my girls.
One of them mentioned something about 'guard dogs'. I said, "what can I help you with ?"
He said, "we're the missionaries".
Like, he's said that so many times he has it down to a statement of fact. He knows that everyone knows what that means. I did but I checked their name tags to make sure. I simply wouldn't be walking around with a name tag trying to sell my views. Maybe that's why I'm not in a 'view' at the moment. Just me. Maybe ... obviously, some people rather enjoy it. Walking around going door to door on rainy days. It's just not my cup of tea. Must be in the rules and I'm sure a few read that part and skedaddled out the door. Door seems to be a theme here.
I told him I was a 'vacationing' viewer so we probably wouldn't have much to talk about. That's all it took. They started to turn and walk off my porch. I told them to "have a nice day in the rain".
That was the best 'view' visitors, I have ever had come to my door.
I don't mind views. I grew up with a view, been on a long vacation from it for a while ... thus, the term mentioned above. I don't mind a bit of this or that in conversation but basically I like to not be bothered at my door.
That's the one thing I realized when I bought my first home. You try to be nice at first. I even asked one set of 'view' visitors to come on in and help me wash the floor ... they weren't getting the hint that I was busy. My guard dog at the time was barking to help me. And, no they didn't come inside to help me clean. I wouldn't have let it get that far but for a moment I did think ... if they want to sell me on their view ... well, they're going to have to help clean this house. Just for a moment ... like two minutes or ten seconds ... that's what I thought. I was a young mother with a messy house and a book that was waiting for me and a list a mile long and I was trying to be nice. It's just that they were the wrong kind. I like the kind that make me laugh and bring dessert with them. The kind that plays with the baby while I talk about life while scrubbing the floor.
Oh a fact here ... I generally pick my guard dog by the bark. Woof Woof and I'm sold. That and the brown eyes.
I'm all for everyone believing in whatever they wish. I just don't want it at my doorstep. Not unless you're a friend or relative and even then, I'll probably bypass that topic.
Oh, by the way, I'm having tea on this rainy day, with my two guard dogs, who are snoozing now. They're getting older and this barking thing gets them tired.
I had a few more things to do today. If they'd pressed, I would have asked them to help comb the big dogs.
Are your dogs rested up? They might just be ringing your door bell next.
I had to write about it ... cause well they were such pleasant visitors and that doesn't happen too often.
I have to get back to my net exploring and my tea now ... all this excitement has got me tired too !!!