Yesterday, I was only just getting started in the sewing room when the phone rang. We don't have a land line any more, and most of the calls that come in on my cell phone are telemarketers...or something. Who the heck knows why they're calling? Anyway...if they aren't in my contacts list, and the name doesn't display, and the call is coming from another state, as this one was, I don't bother answering. About five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I heard the bell, but Mike was upstairs and he answered. If it had been just me here, I probably would have ignored that too. Our delivery people usually just drop packages on the front porch, ring the bell, and then drive off. Where we live, there's no worry about thieves.
So, I was kind of surprised when Mike yelled down the stairs, "Barbara, you have visitors!" I was turning off my audiobook when I heard footsteps coming downstairs. A man and a woman came into the room, both wearing masks. The masks made it difficult to recognize them, and I was scanning my brain for the faces of my neighbors and coming up empty. Then, with great surprise, I realized it was a couple I'd gone to high school with...of course, they weren't a couple then, but they have been for, hm, let's see...48 years. Meet Ken and Pat. To say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement.