Nope, I didn't snap this photo (yet), but according to my research this is the beautiful creature who's been courting me at night. He must be very close by because I can even hear him from bed with the ceiling fan's hum swirling around me. His call is kind of tentative... Hooo. hoooo.. hooo...huhooooo.....hooo.. And believe it or not, you can look up owls and they have their calls written down... I like these birds. Maybe it's their association with the moon, with Athena, with wisdom... they seem mystical and special to me. I believe my Mr. Hoo lives in my dad's old hayloft. If I venture out at night or in the morning before dawn, he protects his privacy and hoots at me to get lost... I think of that sad, wonderful story, "I Heard the Owl Call My Name."..... and I hope he isn't calling mine!
Today I took Mom to her class reunion. Class of '42. A pert young server asked me a question about seating, and I said flippantly, "I dunno. Believe it or not, I didn't graduate in '42."
Her reply was a stunner. "Oh, really?" uh... yeah, oh really... Then she said, "What year DID you graduate?" with that bored who gives a flip tone reserved for the young, pretty, (dressed in pink polo ) "sweet young thangs" I have known...
I tepidly offered my response, wishing I'd never started this conversation: "1972."
To which she simply sighed, gave the arched eyebrow look of ???? "What's the difference?" and said politely. "I see."
Okay... maybe I'm cheap... but I left no tip... If I could give her one, it's don't do that again to women in their early fifties. And God help you if you make us feel "frumpy, fifty, and old....." ... Grrrr... Hugs!