I mostly hate talking on the phone so I opted for the door. It was someone unfamiliar, a stranger, and yet not so unfamiliar. In a way I couldn’t quite put my finger on, he looked like someone I should know. A stranger lurks outside my door – and why not? Seems to be a pattern developing here.
Once I reached the door I hesitated – a dramatic gesture I might add; hand poised to grasp the door knob – yet not quite there.
I felt alone. Or maybe I just recognized my “alone-ness” with a startling clarity. What if this turned out to be someone to be avoided? I didn’t really expect him to be a threat to me physically, but if he was connected to the letter delivered this morning, it was likely to be a not so pleasant encounter.
Deep breath and release. Grab the door knob. Grab onto the adventure.
Who am I kidding? I think adventure is highly over-rated. Give me a soft summer night on my own front porch and a good book, possibly a pet of some kind in the vicinity, and I’m good. In fact, I’m positively giddy at the prospect.
I do not go gently into adventure, neither do I go willingly, so it is begrudgingly that I pull the door open and I “accept” to be surprised.
….To be continued……