It was early on a Sunday AM and I was working in the tower room on the 2nd floor. I'd pulled down the shades to block out reflections on screen. Suddenly, it sounded like we had plumbing issues. What was happening? Something kept...flushing? I hurried downstairs to where Donald was working.
"What's that noise?" I asked.
"What noise?" he said. (Donald's defense against an old house is to try never to notice when something goes wrong.)
"It sounds like a whooshing, like pipes...in the front?" But there are no pipes in front.
We went to the hallway and through the sidelights we saw--something big and blue. Whattttt??? We opened the front door. There was a hot air balloon hovering at the second floor level. A guy in the basket was leaning over to ask, ever so politely, "Do you mind if we land on your field?"
"No problem!" we said. (Later I asked him, what if we'd said no? He said he'd have moved on to a school field nearby.)
I grabbed my phone and began taking photos as the balloon landed and the couple being transported (a husband's gift to a wife for her birthday) stepped out.
"Want a ride?" asked balloon operator still inside the basket. We said sure. So--there we were at 8 am on a Sunday morning, flying above the trees in our yard, getting a bird's eye view of our house. Thank you Spirit Ballooning!
"What's that noise?" I asked.
"What noise?" he said. (Donald's defense against an old house is to try never to notice when something goes wrong.)
"It sounds like a whooshing, like pipes...in the front?" But there are no pipes in front.
We went to the hallway and through the sidelights we saw--something big and blue. Whattttt??? We opened the front door. There was a hot air balloon hovering at the second floor level. A guy in the basket was leaning over to ask, ever so politely, "Do you mind if we land on your field?"
"No problem!" we said. (Later I asked him, what if we'd said no? He said he'd have moved on to a school field nearby.)
I grabbed my phone and began taking photos as the balloon landed and the couple being transported (a husband's gift to a wife for her birthday) stepped out.
"Want a ride?" asked balloon operator still inside the basket. We said sure. So--there we were at 8 am on a Sunday morning, flying above the trees in our yard, getting a bird's eye view of our house. Thank you Spirit Ballooning!
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