In the mornings, I migrate to a cozy, overstuffed, leather chair in a corner of the living room. I sit with the laptop and read, watch the morning news, sip coffee, and watch the hummingbirds at the back porch.
But one morning last week, our Jack Russell terrier saw the hummingbirds. And in the amazement of seeing something smaller and faster than herself, she jumped on the coffee table and vaulted 4 feet throught the air, and landed smack in my lap, knocking the laptop to the floor and sending my coffee cup flying. All the while, she barked furiously and spun in circles.
Of course, in the middle of this, the doorbell started to ring.
It’s 8:15 in the morning.
I am covered in coffee, still with my hair in a pony tail, wearing sweats.
I frantically extricated myself from the whirling, barking dervish, and rushed to the door.
I yelled, “I’m coming, stop ringing the bell!!!” But the doorbell was insistent.
I finally got there and threw open the door, bot no one was there. So I walked outside, calling “is anyone there? I’m here!”
No one there, although the neighbor across the street was staring curiously. I waved and went back inside, confused.
And then, I heard a little chime on my iPhone, signaling that I have a new message. It’s from a former neighbor, who is so precious that when she moved, I set a custom ring tone for her. When she called, I wanted it to feel like she was just stopping by to chat.
So when she calls, my phone rings. In doorbell chimes.