Birdie Strikes Again and Again
So, Birdie came to our house for the night on Sunday. We did not have any dog food since we gave our extra bag to her “real” owners when we found out they would not be returning Birdie after our vacation. So, I gave her what I had- chili. It had some nice meat and beans in it and she wolfed it down, so I gave her a second bowl. Big mistake. We discovered a couple of days later she had barfed it up onto Kamila’s empty suitcase.
Birdie came to school with us for the day on Monday, and her “real” owner walked her home at day’s end. Her house is an hour and 15 minutes from the school. Our house is only five minutes from the school. Remember, that was Monday.
Today, Thursday, I was accompanying the first and second graders on a field trip to the Frog and Butterfly gardens in town. We were walking down the school hill and I was telling the kids to watch for the “orange castle” I live in. As we passed the house, they cried, “What’s that?” Wouldn’t you know, it was Birdie, standing in front of the house, waiting for us. When she saw me, she ran over wagging her tail happily, jumped on me, and licked me as if to say, “Hi! You can’t get rid of me that easily. See? I found my way back!”
Birdie’s owner admitted that she hadn’t seen Birdie in a couple of days. She was relieved to know she was healthy and safe. We took Birdie on the field trip with us and, afterward, her owner walked her home again. I wonder if Birdie will be back every couple of days, and I worry what will happen to her after we move to a new home in less than two weeks. Poor Birdie.
Field Day
The high school students had a sort of field day today. No classes; just fun and games, including some team-building exercises. I was otherwise engaged all day, but people kept coming to me with the news from the front.
The first big report was that Kaz had scored a miraculous touchdown while they were playing American football by catching a rushed pass from between the hands of two defenders. His team picked him up and paraded him and cheered him. Everyone seemed stunned by his amazing catch. Then, at the end of the day, his Science teacher came up to me and said, “You have GOT to see this.” She had a video of Kaz dancing impromptu to a song while everyone else watched. He was just blazing across the patio, and looked great. She said it was incredible and that no one knew he had such talent.
Living Conditions
I looked at another house today, but despite its ample square footage, it did not have ANY actual bedrooms, just a bed stuck in the living room. I didn’t think that would work for Kaz and me.
Fortunately, there is a small house near Kamila’s new digs that looks like a good possibility for us, and we can move in if we can help relocate the person living there now. I showed her the bedroom-less house and she liked it a lot. I’ve got my fingers crossed that this will all work out. Our housing situation stinks, but being homeless would certainly be worse.
My colleague Michael came over and made dinner for us tonight. I was telling him how little stress I feel here, no matter what the circumstances. There’s just something about the place and the culture that says, “Tranquilo- everything is going to be okay, and most of it doesn’t really matter in the greater scheme of life. Think about it. Tranquilo.”
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