Coming, Going and Being Counted
Thursday was an extremely busy day at Our Little House. I had a lot of writing work to do and I had forgotten that Buddy, our foster Beagle, we adopted out a few weeks ago was coming for a visit.
Although his name is no longer Buddy, his new owner calls him Arkie. The gentleman who adopted Buddy, er, Arkie, wanted to attend his 65th high school reunion. He asked me if he should board our boy at the vet, but I told him kenneling a dog is the most stressful option. I had volunteered to watch Arkie anytime he wanted to travel, so I invited him for a stay, which will last about a week this time. We will also have him back at the end of the month for a couple of weeks.
After being sniffed soaking wet by the Fearsome Four, Arkie got back into the routine he knew during his six weeks with us.
When I looked out onto the covered front porch, I realized that our little nest of wrens had found their wings and were gone. We had noticed the mother bird had removed the top of the nest earlier this week and we knew the time was near.
“I hope they do alright,” Dale said when he called at lunch.
As dutifully as their momma took care of them in the weeks on our porch, I’m sure they were given all of the proper skills to cope in this big bad world.
When I started walking back to the Belle Writer’s Studio after lunch, a red car came slowly down the drive.
It was our local census worker. We hadn’t filled out our form. For some reason, we had never received it. He also wanted me to be the “proxy,” or person who certifies that the rest of the homes on our road are not occupied full time.
He was from a neighborhood nearer the fire station. When I gave him our names for the census, he said, “Oh, I’ve heard of you, you’re the writer. I’ve always wanted to meet you.” His girlfriend is an occasional participant in our bookclub.
It’s always fun being recognized as a writer.
I thought the census taking was appropriate for the day: One came in; five flew out and two were officially counted.
Did you complete your census? Why or why not?