While I was out having dinner with a friend last week (all part of the plan for 2012), a woman knocked on our door. At 8:15 at night. In the dark.
I’m know I would not have answered that knock if I was home alone. I am pretty sure that at any given time there are between two and five murders lurking in my neighborhood just waiting to kill me. I’m also sometimes afraid of my basement, but that’s for another time. Or my therapist.
The lady introduced herself and told Chris her and her family used to live in this house (our house) in the eighties. And then she handed over the original blueprints to the house saying she thought we might like to have them.
He asked her in and she took a look around the living room and kitchen (which has changed the most out of all the rooms) and commented that the whole house was carpeted when she lived her and she had no idea there were such nice, hardwood floors underneath.
After talking with her, Chris made the connection that he had graduated high school with this lady’s daughter and used to be good friends with her. It’s a small world (after all). And the circle of life. And any other Disney phrase that you can think of.
(Warning: these pictures aren’t good. But by now, if you’ve been with me very long, that is what you have come to expect and I just don’t want to let you down. It would break my heart.)