Just before the Christmas holidays I had an appointment with my eye doctor. I had realized that it had been a while (almost
A couple of days ago something happened at the house that has never happened before. The doorbell rang, John went to answer it, and at the door were…. Girl Scouts, selling their cookies door-to-door.
I didn’t know that they still did that. I mean, I sold door-to-door in my neighborhood back in the dark ages when I was a Girl Scout, but the most that I have seen of Girl Scouts selling cookies lately has been either at stands at the grocery store or in the form of order sheets circulated by their parents at work.
Unfortunately, we had to decline their offer. I already bought cookies from my co-worker’s daughter a couple of months ago when he brought one of her order sheets in to work for her.
(It was a minor miracle is that one of us actually answered the door. We usually don’t, unless we are actually expecting someone. Plus our doorbell is rather soft, and can be difficult to hear if you are not in the vicinity of the front door when it is rung.)