Doorbell

The chimes ring, and I look out the window and see that someone has pushed my doorbell.

Now, most of you will think this is nothing, but from my 4th floor (American) and 3rd floor (European) loft in this centuries old house with walls thicker than the length of my arm, I never thought it would be possible to have a doorbell.

People stood in the street and hollered my name.

Thus when a visiting friend offered to put in a doorbell, I nodded doubting the possibility.

Within in 24 hours I had a doorbell. And I can select the music. Too bad I won't be here at Christmas to listen to a Jingle Bell song when some comes visiting.

This is truly a gift that keeps on giving in the most wonderful way.