Does This Look Like the Right House?

I knew that if I waited a bit I'd get something good to write about today. Sure enough I was right. Just minutes earlier the doorbell was ringing. I was making music in my studio so I had to go run and get it. I was wondering who would be calling at this time of day, late afternoon. If it was someone I knew they probably would have called first. I thought it might be the mail-person with my record, but it seemed too late in the day. I looked out the window before opening the door, just to see if it might be some religious person trying to convert me or someone selling some other idea that I don't want to invest myself in. All I could see was a purse, which didn't seem like it fit any of those people, so I went ahead and opened the door.

Here's this asian woman right outside with a big smile on her face. She says "Hello!" in an enthusiastic friendly voice. She makes a move to come in. I'm thinking 'what is going on?'. Am I supposed to be expecting this person that I have never before seen? Then I guess she held back for a second, I hadn't made any moves to welcome her in, and she may have been starting to notice that I was tall and white and very not-asian. "Is Muriel here?" she asks, her enthusiasm still surprisingly strong. "No" I say. Then she picks up her small paper note and reads it again, which she should have done before she rang my doorbell. She realized it was the house next door that she wanted and apologized and left. She had the wrong house. The funniest thing is that she actually made a move to come in, despite my appearance. Way funnier than a wrong phone number.

I dreamed about dodgeball last night. At one point I was on a luxery cruise ship playing dodgeball. It was a massive game, probably at least 100 people. One side was coming down a huge staircase and the other team was in an arena that closely resembled the arena in Attack of the Clones. It was chaos, but it was also pretty sweet. I also played manhunt on the cruise ship which was really fun. Playing dodgeball in a gym later I made a succession of terrible shots. I couldn't believe how much I sucked. I was even worse than in real life. I also had a dream that I was with friends and we were all looking at velour sweaters. I find that very amusing.