Because there was a little note in our mail box that said that we had 4 packages which, because (apparently) we did not hear the mail person ( have to use genderless speech here, coz sometimes it's a mailman and sometimes it's a mailwoman -- er, is there even such a word ) knock on our door at 8.00 A.M. , we had to now travel into town ( it's only 6 miles to the edge of town, but still! ) to get our packages.
That was too weird because of several things..
1. Our mailperson NEVER comes at 8.00 A.M. ( 11.30 a.m. sounds about right )
2. She almost ALWAYS leaves the packages by the door - she knows us well enough by now - if we're not home or don't answer the door for some reason and even if it's with delivery confirmation. The only time she wouldn't leave it would be when it needed a signature.
3. None of the packages that were retrieved at the post office required a signature.
4. Yada yada
So, while David was out, he stopped by Walmart and got us a Door Chime/Bell. It would never have occured to me to do that, only because I had never lived in a house that HAD a doorbell back in Malaysia.
After I moved to the States, because lifestyles and habits are quite different between the two countries, sometimes I would think up things which David would not have thought of ( rare occasions ) but most of the time, things happen around me that require solutions that I would NEVER have thought of, just because I did not have those things around me when I was back in Malaysia.
Like last winter - I didn't think of wool caps or gloves till it got cold and I was freezing ( well, maybe not FREEZING, but close ) my ears and fingers off.... in the house! ( hey, I was acclimatizing )
Well, we live and we learn.
Now if only our doorbell wouldn't give us a heart attack jolting us out of bed.