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Yes, I’m getting a cow, but things are looking up – Orange County Register


There’s a cow on the ceiling of my bedroom. In fact, it’s just a cow’s head. I think there may be a scientific name for this phenomenon, something like hallucinatory images. That’s what I thought it was when I first noticed it.

But then, not only did he not disappear, but he began to self-improve. It was almost like watching an artist create a picture on canvas, except there was no artist or painting and the canvas was my bedroom ceiling.

A few months ago I noticed the crack in the ceiling, which I assumed was a gift from the recent rains and had it fixed. Now it has turned into a cow face. The right ear, which is in direct line of sight from where I sleep, is outlined in reddish brown but the face is white. The facial expression, however, is reminiscent of Andy Warhol’s pink and yellow cow print, stern and confident.

Did Andy sneak in and give me this self-perpetuating image?

“What do you do with your time at night? someone might ask me knowing that I am a night owl. Well, tonight, I’m just looking at the cow painted on my ceiling.

This is not the first time that cows have appeared in strange places in my house. On the morning of my 50th birthday, I opened my bedroom door to find a life-size black and white cow replica waiting for me in the hallway. As I was recovering from the shock, I opened the bathroom door and guess who was holding a towel for me? A third bovine was waiting for me at the breakfast room table where my mother sat trying to suppress her laughter.

My late husband, who totally embraced my passion for cows, organized a cowabunga of surprises for my celebration.

Although my brother surprised me by coming over from Virginia for the party, the real shocker was the black and white cow costume he brought and challenged me to wear. With 30 guests sitting in my garden, applauding and cheering me on, I slipped the costume over my pretty evening dress. Glam was out but Glee I was as my audience burst into laughter. I would have done a great commercial for Laughing Cow Cheese which, by the way, is what George gave me when he proposed to me.

The note read “because you love cows and you always make me laugh.”

Oh yes, I keep the cow on my ceiling. She makes me laugh.


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