Blogland Lane is a delightful place. Lots of interesting sights. But no people that I could see.
Which had Bear scratching his head. I know there's at least one person around here. But could I find her? No!
So, instead of wandering vaguely, I decided to take action. After trudging about, I found the Municipal Office. Surely, someone here could set me aright about this place.
I half-expected the Office would be locked up, like everything else. But when I arrived, the door was ajar. (No, not shaped like a jar and made out of glass; it was partly open.) Now, my chance to learn! And see about getting a building permit and all, for my new home. Which means I would be added to the tax roll. Ah, well; the price of being in a community; the price of being a community.
Nobody in. Posters on bulletin boards about an art exchange, an open invitation for folks to drop in for mulled wine and. . . . But those are almost two years old. Around Christmas, 2009.
Hmmmm. Peculiar. A lot of peculiar things in the place.
Nobody at the counter. Nothing on the counter. Nobody at the desk. But on the desk, a large book in a very old style. The kind that needed a key, to remove the post, and take off the cover, so you could add and remove pages. In an era of computers, a utterly incomprehensible way of doing accounting. Antique. And over on the side stand, something else. (Bear creeps up.) A receipt system, in the old "post right" style — must be 50 years old! Another antique.
Then it struck me. Was Bear, perhaps, caught in a time warp? Was I even on Planet Earth? Was this, perchance, the planet of the Apes?
Hmmmm. Peculiar. A lot of peculiar things in the place.
Nobody at the counter. Nothing on the counter. Nobody at the desk. But on the desk, a large book in a very old style. The kind that needed a key, to remove the post, and take off the cover, so you could add and remove pages. In an era of computers, a utterly incomprehensible way of doing accounting. Antique. And over on the side stand, something else. (Bear creeps up.) A receipt system, in the old "post right" style — must be 50 years old! Another antique.
Then it struck me. Was Bear, perhaps, caught in a time warp? Was I even on Planet Earth? Was this, perchance, the planet of the Apes?
Helllllooooooh, Bear! I have not been at Blogland Lane for ages, but I just saw your big paw print on the outskirts of town and wondered if you might be wandering the Lane. It is really quiet around here, I agree. Is this now a ghost town? Or, as you wondered, have we happened upon the planet of the Apes? Time will tell, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteSo good to see you here, Bear! Not many people around sometimes, but there are problems with time warp. Wait awhile...you never know who might show up...
ReplyDeleteYes, Bear is here, Lydia.
ReplyDeleteAnd Bear will be patient, Marion.