It’s Friday the 13th… ohhhhh creepy.
So, I was describing to a friend what I thought would be the perfect view from my bedroom window… mountains, the ocean, trees, clouds…
Yeah, good luck finding that in the suburb of Chicago. Don’t get me wrong tho… we have a *beautiful* city. No matter how often we drive down there, the Chicago skyline never fails to make my heart beat faster.
Anyway, I find an e-mail directing me to Phil Wiley’s site at:
Scroll down a little and check out that view from his kitchen window.
He goes on to describe how the wet clouds in the house being a real problem. Are you KIDDING ME? He’s got *clouds* in his home??! I’m pretty confident, I’m never going to have that “problem” here in the Great American Flatlands… well, unless of course, we have Uncle Gary and Aunt Dora come and compete who can blow the most smoke rings in our living room.
I don’t know Phil, nor have I ever communicated with him, but, I wonder what my chances are of being invited for the weekend to play with the clouds : )
Eh… better find out what Uncle Gary and Aunt Dora are doing tomorrow.