Who’s That Knocking at My Door?

Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.

Our morning routine consists of turning off the alarm when it goes off and then discussing the possibility of getting out of bed. The discussion continues until Oreo decides that it is either time to go outside or time to start licking my head. We head to the kitchen to start the water boiling for French press coffee. We then either do sit ups / crunches (Tue/Thu/Sat) or pushups (Mon/Wed/Fri) while waiting for the water. Then we fiddle with the antennae until we get a channel in that is showing the morning news and we watch it while enjoying coffee and waiting for the kids to wake up. Pretty boring I know but such is our life (and the coffee is very good!). Yesterday our routine was interrupted during the water boiling stage when (at around 6) there was a knock on the door.

This knocking set off the alarm dog (Oreo) into a spasm of barking. Watching his body during the bark-fest, you can tell he is giving it his all, not leaving anything back. Nina reserves her bark until she sees any danger. Her bark kicked in when I opened the door and this guy (sporting multiple facial piercings) stood on our porch. He appeared very cold and so (with Nina in full "scare the living daylights out of any sane person" bark going) I inviting him in. It is moments like this that we really appreciate Nina for even if this guy had any evil plans, they would have quickly have had to have been rethought. He said that he was out snowmobiling for a few hours and his snowmobile broke down. He had been walking for a few miles over the fields and ours was the first house that looked like someone was awake. The wife tried to offer him the phone but he said that the only person he could call was his wife and their car was not running so he asked (very politely) for a ride about 5 miles down the road. Since he appeared to be legit and I had him in height by about 6 inches and it seemed even if he had other plans, a quick punch into his multiple pierced mouth would quickly bring him a ton of pain, I got in the Buick and drove him home. It seems he is a welder of sorts and travels a lot. We made small talk about Kokomo and then the Colts super bowl loss and quickly arrived at his home. He thanked me (a few too many times for comfort) and then I headed home.

We must have an inviting house as (if you recall) we had a teenager pull their ailing car into our driveway last spring. She did not need a ride, just permission to leave her vehicle until a tow truck could come. I wonder what it is about our house that is so inviting. I wonder what I would need to do in order to make is less inviting. Just kidding.

Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.

Jon