It's raining in Chicago baby/everything else is the same

It's less of a meandering, sloshy, rolling type and more of the speedy, half invisible but still wholly soaking type. Rain. It comes in all shapes and sizes. This time it's those little bitty droplets that urge themselves downwards with every bit of their measly 1/64th oz. bodies, all anxious to contribute to the general drenchedness of the greater Chicago area...it's as if all they ever hoped for was to hit the solid earth (or asphalt) and become one more drop in the pond.

I am here in the windy city. The weather has been exactly what I hoped for...nothing like Santa Barbara. I know, it's pathetic to complain about the weather in Santa Barbara. A constant perfect is never bad but I'm from the north and I like my seasons so it's nice to be in them again.

I spent last weekend in the lovely Ashland, Oregon at the even more lovely Zundel house. We celebrated Kacey and Alan's wedding and generally enjoyed being in the Northwest. The Zundels have some super human ability to seem completely relaxed and calm in the middle of seemingly stressful situations. Chip and Laura were fantastic and all who have been to their home know that it has the ability to calm and encourages you to relax. And that is exactly what I did. And I needed it desperately. 

It was also fantastic to have a weekend with lots of old friends with no agenda to speak of. Can't life always be like that?

Well, my self declared afternoon break is over so I'll leave you with another test of wit.

I've changed the name of the city but the rest of the title to this post It's raining in Chicago baby/ everything else is the same, is a line to a song I love. Name the band and the song and you are with winner....good luck lori.

The winner gets a weekend of hanging out with yours truly (you buy the plane ticket)

--Grace and Peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ--