Miller Land | Our Family's Little Blog

I forgot how quiet it can be in the country. At times, it’s unnerving. The only sound now is the clack of the keyboard and the slam from the cupboard door my wife just shut.

Suzanna stayed home Thursday night because of a cold. Out of the blue, the doorbell rang. When she checked the door, however, no one was there. It happened a few times. She finally turned the doorbell off. Better silent than weird, I guess.

It doesn’t help that the upper half of the front door is glass. At night if someone rings the bell, I can only see the reflection from the lights in the kitchen in the window unless I get really close to the door and squint.

Heaven forbid that someone actually shows up one night. I guess I’ll ask them to wait while I go change my pants and clean up the mess.

Ironic, isn’t it? Away from the scary city people crowded shoulder to shoulder, where someone with a gun was always stalking me when I walked the dog late, I’m scared when I’m out of close proximity to familiar faces. A fine testimony to the world in which we live.

Or the movie previews we’ve watched.