Ding, dong!

The husband was awake at "ding" and I was awake at "dong".  It was a couple of weeks ago on a Saturday morning at 2am and our doorbell was ringing.  What the?...

It would be strange for someone to be ringing our doorbell at 2:00 in the morning, but what made it a little frightening was that our front gate was locked, which meant that whoever was ringing our doorbell actually climbed over our fence to walk up the stairs to our 2nd floor front door to ring the doorbell!

We were completely baffled by what to do in this situation.  We didn't want to go out to the hallway where the person at the front door would be able to see us, but we can't see the front door from our bedroom, so we couldn't see who in the world this was.

We spent a couple of minutes looking around, pacing, and then eventually wondering if we really did hear the doorbell in the first place.  Then...  *Ding, dong!*  They pushed it again!

Finally, when we didn't answer the door, the person went back down the stairs - to where we could see this late-night visitor - stood at the bottom of the stairs for a minute, then climbed over our fence and started pacing around in front of the house.  He looked nice enough - not a homeless person or anything like that - probably a person who just left one of the bars down the street.

But we called the cops, anyway!  The police showed up about 20 minutes later, well after he had finally walked off down the street.  But, we kept vigil at the window for awhile longer, making sure he didn't come back.  And while we were looking out, we saw another police car drive by, shining their spotlight at our front gate.  That made us feel a little better.

It took a little while to get back to sleep, but we've managed to avoid any additional late-night disturbances so far.

And other than that, apparently nothing interesting and blog-worthy has been going on!  ...except that I turned 40 a couple of weeks ago.  But we'll just keep that a secret amongst ourselves, mmmm-kay?  ;)