After work last night, I came home and began my usual routine that happens almost as soon as I get in. Greet the doggies, grab something out of the fridge, heat it up, pour a glass of tea, get my grub from the microwave, and head into the computer room to eat and check up on the day's events. It was dark, as always, and I had just begun to see what had transpired across the world on CNN when something caught my eye. Looking over, I could have sworn I saw a menacing great horned owl staring back at me with its yellow eyes as if to tell me to get out. While I did see that big bird looking at me, it wasn't menacing nor was it beckoning me to leave. What I saw was an amazing piece of art made by my wife and daughter at her girl scout meeting yesterday for a Christmas parade happening later this week. It was constructed out of paper mache' and then my daughter glued feathers all over the head and neck. While it has a few more things to make it complete, it looks like it already belongs in an art museum next to the likes of Rockwell, Pollock, and Warhol. Sure, I may be a bit biased because of her rich lineage, but you will have to judge for yourself on the level of artistry in this piece. While I won't be able to be there on Friday night when she joins her friends for the parade around the square, I can almost hear the gasps in the crowd when she walks dressed as the best looking great horned owl in the midwest.
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