Food and Cheer
After work last night Randy and I went to my friend, Jen’s, place for dinner. She and her boyfriend of nearly 18 months (who I just met last night) moved in to this place together a few months ago. It’s a lovely place – eerily similar to Randy’s and mine. Both houses are yellow, both houses are the same two-family style with near identical room lay-outs (the kitchen, living room, dining and two bedrooms are in identical places. The only difference is the bathroom in Randy’s is where Jen’s pantry is. Oh, Jen’s back yard is bigger (though, we have a 2 car garage taking up quite a bit of space).
Anyway, Jen prepared a lovely chicken/broccoli/ziti (my favorite) and good conversation was had all around.
Stuffed, we came home watched the news until the weather came on, and went to bed.
Oh, and on a completely unrelated rant…what’s up with all of the door-to-door solicitors this past summer? I swear, I’ve lived all over Boston (Fenway, South End, Back Bay, Downtown, West End, North End), plus Brookline, Salem, Newburyport, and San Francisco, and not once have I ever had somebody anonymously ring my doorbell trying to sell me something, convert me to a new religion, or change political affiliations. Not once!
Yet in this summer alone I’ve probably had at least two people per week ring the door bell. A rival cable company has come numerous times. We’ve had Mormons pay a visit or two (I blame Romney – I never saw them anywhere in the state until he became governor…nowI saw them on the subway and in Harvard Square all the time). Oh, and the Jehovah’s Witnesses have paid us a few visits. And over the past month or two, it’s been a constant attack from democrats (from local candidates to the actual DNC).
Randy is never here for it since they seem to come between 5PM – 7PM and he is always at work at that time. My friend, Deano, can attest to this because I think every Scrabble game we’ve played since late July has been interrupted by the door bell. It’s gotten so bad that I don’t even answer the door anymore.
No wonder Bostonian’s have a reputation for being cold and unfriendly.
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It’s because you now live in a more ‘family-oriented’ neighborhood: one with old people and conservative straights who might ACtually be good pickin’s for the Witnesses, Mormons and other kooky D.I.Y. conservative religions…and there’s ALSO a lot of earthy/crunchy political types for the DNC…
So, reasons to move back into the city 101 (sorry, Randy! – grin) – but, hey, it’s a sweet place, so maybe all it’ll take is a nice touch like a pentagram on the door in blood to keep ’em away…
LOL Fred! I was thinking a “no solicitors” sign, but the pentagram may be more respected by the god fearing.
And, while authenticity might suggest that it be in something like virgin human blood, if you use something like sheep’s blood (or the stuff left over in the styrofoam tray from a steak on the grill), it’ll help repel PETA…so you get BOTH sides of the spectrum (grin).
It may have something to do with the economy in the case of people trying to sell products–times are rough and companies may be trying a very direct approach.
As for the Mormons, I think it has more to do with the enlarging Mormon population rather than just Romney himself. That big temple out in Belmont must be spawning young men who need to go out and do their door-to-door recruiting. Are they at least cute? The Mormon boys who occasionally infested my old neighborhood in Roslindale were usually bright as new pennies and very cute indeed.
Now that I don’t answer the door, I’m not getting close-up looks to determine their beauty. Maybe I’m missing out.