Ding Dong

I woke up yesterday morning to the doorbell ringing.

It was Darwin, our painter, who likely is much more funny and kind than evolutionist Charles Darwin

was. He was going to paint a room in our home that day.

The doorbell rang.

A short guy with a mario moustache came to get the van parked in our garage and leave a truck there. As he was pulling in the truck I accidentally pushed the garage door opener button without realizing it and WHAM it banged into the back of the truck. He said it was alright and left.

The doorbell rang.

A guy selling oranges wanted to know if I wanted any to make "excellent juices."

I said I was tempted but not today, maybe later.

The doorbell rang.

Darwin came in after his lunch break and told me about how earlier today the dog found the cat litter box and cleaned it out herself by eating "all the stuff that the cat made" (literal translation). I then successfully expressed incredulity and then a high level of wanting-to-pukeness in Spanish.

The doorbell rang.

It was Darwin, who apologized saying he had forgotten something on his way out.

The doorbell rang.

It was a group of woman whose apartment had an electrical fire a few days ago. A total of 4 (2 Americans 2 Peruvians) will be staying with us for the next few days. 3 of the women are missionaries who will be heading to Tarma, Peru to work there for 2 years. One will remain in Lima. They left quickly to head to night class.

The doorbell rang.

It was one of our guests, returning home after her night class.

The other 3 soon followed.

Then I fell to sleep.