I’m visiting my father in Carmel Highlands. As I sat watching TV (a rare treat since I don’t have a TV myself anymore) last night a dark shape suddenly fluttered into and around the room.
A bat!
This house has always been blessed with bats flying by our windows, especially when we have friends over and everyone is playing musical instruments. However, this was the first time one just materialized *inside*. The bat flew around for about 10 seconds and then went back down the hall. I followed, and realized that it must have come in from an open unscreened window in the upstairs room (formerly my mother’s sewing room, now being advertised as a “secret garret”) and from there in thru the open passway into the back bedroom, and from there into the house. I closed the bedroom door to contain the bat within the rooms where it could find its way back out thru the open window.
Having a bat in the house is such a blessing. We (my sisters, my father) all think of Fran when we see a single bird suddenly up close, as if she’s still here with us, sharing with us. My father and I both had the same thought about the bat, it was Fran being with us, checking in.
It’s not at all surprising this happened on 6/6/06 either.
jc
p.s. ^w (as seen in the title of this post) is geek for “I’m erasing that last word” – it comes from the early text editors where you used control characters.