It was an interesting conversation with Harold last night. Now, Harold is my neighbor and has been my neighbor for the last 19 or so years. He’s not the kind of neighbor that comes and sits on the porch swing with us or comes over for dinner. He lives a few doors down and we interact occasionally. Usually it’s when he needs to bum a cigarette. Years ago he bought a car from me. Once in a while we stand by the mailboxes and chat about life.
Last night, I was lying on the couch watching television when the doorbell rang. It’s not something I spend a lot of time doing. Historically, it’s something that I did only when I was too ill to do anything else. Lately, I’ve taken to curling up on the couch with Mike and watching shows we both enjoy.
I got up and answered the door. It was Harold, who felt the need to notify me that there was an owl in my yard. I stood in the doorway and listened. Indeed there was, in the tree directly in front of the porch. He was trying to see where it was. I stepped back into the house and got my big flashlight and shined it into the tree until I found the owl. He was high up in the branches, all hunkered down. Occasionally he let out a throaty whooo whoooo.
I called out to Mike and showed it to him. Harold was enthralled by the owl. He also needed to bum a couple of cigarettes. So, after I frightened the owl off by shining the light on him one too many times, we all stepped back into the house. That’s when he made the comment that caught me so off guard.
“So you DO have a television! I was always going to ask you that. I see you outside so much and sitting on the porch and frequently see you at your computer. I never seem to see a TV on in your house.” Yes, Harold, I’ve always had a TV. I just don’t use it very much.
Mike and I both rather chuckled after he left. I looked up the significance of the owl, remembering that I’ve only been visited by owls 3 times in my life. The first time was after my father died and my mother was visiting. The second time I can’t pinpoint what was going on around me but it was several years ago.
And last night, after my fantastic experience at the church service. Mike says it’s good luck. I lean towards the Indian folklore perspectives. Or it could be that it was a random visit for no reason!
Anyway, I’m thankful for the visit from the owl and the interesting insight from Harold. As I start my day, I close the entertainment center doors and focus on the work at hand.