I am getting braver – or more cowardly, perhaps – in dealing with people knocking on my door.
I’m sitting here trying to work. I’ve had the roof done (Note: if you need a new roof, call Desi’s in Burlington. I can’t say enough great things about them) but that means it’s been banging and thumping and other general roofing noises going on for two days. I can’t work. I thought I’d be able to sit here all normal-like drinking tea and snapping deadlines except, that’s not what happened. Do you know they use nails to do roofs? Lots and lots of nails?
Of course I knew that, but for some reason I thought it would be hardly more than a bunch of guys putting sticky notes up there. I’m all the way down here; they’re all the way up there. They started a few minutes before 8 and two of the kids had been out karaoke-ing and drinking the night before and were hungover, so that was pretty funny if you weren’t one of those two kids, and I wasn’t. I kept doing stupid things like walking out the front door and having one of them yell up “whoa!” because I forgot there is a constant rain of things that come down when you roof. I now think ‘whoa’ actually means ‘stupid homeowner alert’.
But I got no work done, so this morning has to count. And just now I hear a tentative knock, and before I realized what I was doing I headed to the door. I have a glass panel in my door (it’s this tacky stained glass rose that my Mother looooooooved and because I love her it’s still there, but, really, tacky) and I could see it was people drummin’ up business for the lord. It’s just like driveway sealers who knock and say, “we were just doing business at your neighbour’s and we have some of this gooey stuff leftover and we’ll give you a great deal” and I always say no thank you. I know my JWs were just doing business in my neighbourhood and I know they have gooey stuff left over because nobody in my neighbourhood needs their religious needs attended to on their front steps.
What I don’t get is that the driveway sealers can at least look at my driveway and know it probably does need sealing. The dude who tried to sell me a new front porch could see with his own eyes that yeah, a new porch is on the list. Does this mean the JWs can see into my dark heart and know it needs refurbishing? I thought if god is your light and all, you should be assuming the best in people, not just figuring they need their driveway sealed.
Maybe next time I’ll invite them in and give them some tips.