Even I am getting tired of looking at FMS magazine's announcement, but I'm having to stall before the next really fun post.
I am going to a friend's birthday party on Sunday... with the girls.... brunch at the White Gull and then bowling.
I got her a really fun gift that I will blog about, but I can't put it up until after she opens it, so stay tuned!
In the meantime... I thought I would share a Door County story.
We moved here just over 18 years ago.
We had lived in Chicago for several years, and the Dallas area before that.
Being aware of crime, locking doors, never leaving anything in a car, jumping at every little sound just because you could never be sure, was a way of life.
Everyone was wary and careful.
One very late night, the boys were in bed and John and I were watching television.
I heard something at the front door and signaled John into action.
My heart was pounding out of my chest when John got to the door just as it opened and a man was coming in!
John said "what are you doing?" and he said, "let me in, it's me".
John... "what are you doing? I don't know you!"
Him.... "it's me, Jason! Now let me in!" and he tried forcing his way in.
Let's just say he smelled highly of the hair-of-the-dog.
John finally forced him out the door and locked it.
I was on the phone with 911 shakin' in my boots!
"A very drunk man tried to force his way into our house!".
"Do you have a description?".
"Jeans, plaid shirt and a baseball cap.... oh and he said his name is Jason!".
"Jason? Dick, they dropped Jason off at the wrong house. Sorry hon, we just picked him up from the Pig (aka Piggly Wiggly) and he must have told us the wrong address. We'll be right over to pick him up".
"Well, he's not here anymore!"
Did I mention the three feet of snow on the ground?
We felt as though he was just really drunk, caused a ruckus at the Pig and they called the police to take him home. We should probably try to go and find him while we waited for the police.
We checked everywhere outside and watched the cop car drive up and down the road, looking for Jason.
We were never told if they found him, and we never saw him again.
And were very thankful when the snow thawed there was no surprise!
The next day was balm to the wound...
I was in a sweet little linen shop buying a baby quilt for a good friend of mine who had a new born.
I was browsing around when I over heard the 80 something year old lady talking to the clerk about the engine light in the car coming on.
"Oh well, if I break down, someone will drive by and take me home."
She was not the least bit concerned about being stranded on the side of the road... after all, someone would come by... wow.
It took us a while, but now my family knows the same thing.
What a gift to live in a small community... well small in the winter, anyway.
I am going to a friend's birthday party on Sunday... with the girls.... brunch at the White Gull and then bowling.
I got her a really fun gift that I will blog about, but I can't put it up until after she opens it, so stay tuned!
In the meantime... I thought I would share a Door County story.
We moved here just over 18 years ago.
We had lived in Chicago for several years, and the Dallas area before that.
Being aware of crime, locking doors, never leaving anything in a car, jumping at every little sound just because you could never be sure, was a way of life.
Everyone was wary and careful.
One very late night, the boys were in bed and John and I were watching television.
I heard something at the front door and signaled John into action.
My heart was pounding out of my chest when John got to the door just as it opened and a man was coming in!
John said "what are you doing?" and he said, "let me in, it's me".
John... "what are you doing? I don't know you!"
Him.... "it's me, Jason! Now let me in!" and he tried forcing his way in.
Let's just say he smelled highly of the hair-of-the-dog.
John finally forced him out the door and locked it.
I was on the phone with 911 shakin' in my boots!
"A very drunk man tried to force his way into our house!".
"Do you have a description?".
"Jeans, plaid shirt and a baseball cap.... oh and he said his name is Jason!".
"Jason? Dick, they dropped Jason off at the wrong house. Sorry hon, we just picked him up from the Pig (aka Piggly Wiggly) and he must have told us the wrong address. We'll be right over to pick him up".
"Well, he's not here anymore!"
Did I mention the three feet of snow on the ground?
We felt as though he was just really drunk, caused a ruckus at the Pig and they called the police to take him home. We should probably try to go and find him while we waited for the police.
We checked everywhere outside and watched the cop car drive up and down the road, looking for Jason.
We were never told if they found him, and we never saw him again.
And were very thankful when the snow thawed there was no surprise!
The next day was balm to the wound...
I was in a sweet little linen shop buying a baby quilt for a good friend of mine who had a new born.
I was browsing around when I over heard the 80 something year old lady talking to the clerk about the engine light in the car coming on.
"Oh well, if I break down, someone will drive by and take me home."
She was not the least bit concerned about being stranded on the side of the road... after all, someone would come by... wow.
It took us a while, but now my family knows the same thing.
What a gift to live in a small community... well small in the winter, anyway.
It kind of sounds like Mayberry!! Funny!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun story. I was born and raised in WI but "did some time" in Waukegan IL (yup, met a guy...) and one night while I was sleeping he went outside for something and locked himself out. His banging on the door woke me up (and half the neighbors) but there was no way I was opening the door for ANYONE in the middle of the night.
ReplyDeleteBack here (moved back to WI) as long as my dogs know you, anyone is welcome to come and go any time.
Great post tthanks
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