So I got spammed at the door by the sweetest door to door folks that I've ever been spammed by.
I haven't even really sifted through the propaganda yet. I had to write this first, because it's not often I get to experience such beautiful energy from people at my front door.
And besides, it doesn't really matter. The story of how I got the hard sell was the best part anyway.
So, I was sitting there being OCD about finding the bargain shopping online, ...
... yes ... when we have ocd, sometimes there's good parts ... like hitting all the sales in town ...
... when I heard two sets of feet thumping up the front stairs to knock at our door.
Fortunately, I was already up, or I would have been really cranky with the cocaphany of barking that I encountered.
... however, papi was sleeping ... sorry my love ...
Anyway, these 2 prettier than angel, sororety sister-ish, most delicious cheerleaders in the world, 20-something ladies were at the door.
The Galloping Gazelle was with me, naturally. He was my shadow for a week. However, it also makes for a good reason why I didn't open the screen, with a simple, "Not my dog, can't open the door," excuse.
They wanted to know if I knew anyone who was hard of hearing or if I knew someone who did sign language.
hello!!! i just woke up!! i've always wanted to learn sign language!! and there's a certain 96 year old who is deafer than papi and i can handle!!
I put The Galloping Gazelle behind the living room door, and we talked for a while about this poetry in motion.
This then turned to me talking about how much I've always wanted to do it.
Which then turned into how I want to teach children English in the Dominican Republic.
Which then turned into how I could learn it from a DVD.
So, here's where it got going.
The instruction manual was teaching sign language by making your way through the bible.
Normally, I'd stop the presses right there and say, "Have a good day," but these girls were just such beautiful sweet souls they didn't give me that zealot vibe. I thought, "Yeah, it's all right. They are just talking about how they learned it. They're not talking about recruiting me for the first agnostic verging on atheist to be born again."
So, we talked a little longer about sign language and I said, "Good luck on your venture," with my happy face on.
When I got to the bottom of the 'my didn't they do a great job of the carpet' stairs, I heard the rapping on the door again.
... dammit people. ok. do you know how much it hurts to walk 'quickly' back up the stairs again?
Well, there were the two beautiful angels again with the greatest, "I'm just so sorry," faces on and I had to love them all over again.
They just wanted to give me their contact information, and a little bit about the mission they're on to find all the people who are hard of hearing to give them more of a community.
Of course, I just thought they were going to give me a couple of biz cards 'n pamphlet thing.
I mean this envelope didn't look frightening:
When I got to the bottom of the 'my didn't they do a great job of the carpet' stairs again, I opened it with joy, then let out the biggest laugh that I probably woke Papi.
You got me.
But I do have to say, you got me in the nicest way possible.
now i'll be leery of those crafty, pretty girls.
But one thing I did realize in the middle of our sign language conversation? Perhaps there's someone in the Dominican that will be able to teach me sign language in exchange for teaching English to their bambinos.
The greatest part of that whole interaction was when they told me I could learn sign language in the Dominican, because there's tons of people there who use it. I said to the crafty, pretty girls, "Thank you so much. You have just given me an awesome new possibility for my next venture in life."
And I truly meant it.
After I opened the envelope, it felt like it was Trick-Or-Treat just a little too early, and I got the trick end of the deal.
None-the-less, I do know that these angels came from a place of love, and if love is being spread from what they're doing, then go, ladies, go! You are truly the kind of people that give me faith in the religious kind.
I'm sure it will take no time at all for the evil, religious zealots to piss me off and ruin my love fest with hate.
It's me we're talking about.
I'm not really known for holding my feelings back.