From my home office window, I saw the USPS mail truck drive by. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. I ran down the stairs and opened the front door to find no one there and no packages on the porch and no mail on the javelina snout. Huh, I wondered and literally scratched my bald head. Mom was sitting calmly at the kitchen table. “Mom, I heard the doorbell ring, but nobody’s there.” She allowed a sheepish grin and told me it was she that had rung the bell. At my quizzical look, she confided that the doorbell is a kind of intercom message from her to help Dad get up and get moving into the day.