Chrysanthemums on my coffee table.
Thank goodness for the peep hole in my front door! Yesterday, the doorbell rang, and I peeped to see who it was. A man in his thirties waited with a bunch of brown paper in his hands. As he was a stranger, I did not open the door or make a sound. I walked away and motioned to David to keep still. He muted the television. The man rang the bell again and then left.
Whew! Lately, that’s what I have been doing. Unless I know the caller, I never open the door. There have been instances of home invasion, where strangers barge in and beat and rob the home dweller. Yes, it has even happened in paradise, the last time a few months ago in St. Louis Heights!
Further, I never open the door to people who want to proselytize their religious beliefs. If I ever go back to church, it will be to the Roman Catholic Church, because I was baptized in that faith. However, I presently have no desire to return to church and have no desire to learn about other religions.
Sorry to be so anti-social, but that’s how the cookie crumbles! Are you the same way?