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Waking up to Hospitality

August 29, 2005

Here’s what happened yesterday. I was sitting in the living room, surfing on this very computer, when I heard the door open. Someone walked in, said hello, and mentioned that they had forgotten a couple of things. So I helped her carry her 12-string (which I had just finished noodling on) and two balance boards (which I had busted on quite badly the night before) to her car, and she drove away.

Here’s the thing: at no point did I think to grab a heavy bludgeoning implement, or a gun, or a phone to call the police. A year ago (when I lived in an apartment), my ears would stand up if I heard a neighbor opening their door. Now, I’m just so chill with having the door– and the house– open. It struck me about an hour later– I’ve grown accustomed to having people over. They are comfortable, and I’m comfortable. Weird.

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5 Responses to “Waking up to Hospitality”

  1. Maggie says:

    whoa, very cool background.

  2. Amy says:

    I’m very glad you didn’t grab a heavy bludgeoning implement, or a gun, or a phone to call the police. I might not have had a very good day if you had.

    I was only trying not to wake your wife and knew that you were leaving the door unlocked while you were home b/c your other roommate did not have her key.

    This reminds me of a song…

    I went to your house
    Walked up the stairs
    I opened your door without ringing the bell

    Walked down the hall into your room

    The song. gets very weird after this point.

  3. from now on, if you ever knock, I’ll be insulted.

    And you were reminded of a song that wasn’t Jack? His aren’t nearly so disturbing. Jagged Little Pill, indeed. *gulp*

  4. kate says:

    If I may be so nosy, who is this Amy person? And why does “she” have a photo of an ill-shaven male (albeit a cute one) on her ‘profile’ site? (woefully short of detail, hence deserving of air quotes)

  5. Amy says:

    You know, of all the stuff I left, I forgot perhaps the most important thing… my beer. That would have been worth a bludgeoning.

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