Oh, texting with my sibs on Tuesday because I missed them. My brother reminded me that I’d be seeing him soon at his daughter’s wedding and, “it will be a hoot!”
Well, I responded, “Yes. I need a hoot! Darn. I don’t have an owl emoji.” (We are literary giants in the world of texting.)
That very afternoon I received a lovely note in the mail from a friend, known as “Panita” in the Pinterest world. On the front was a beautiful photo of an owl taken in Platt Park. My “hoot.”
No coincidences.
