  i was doing all our hand wash on friday and it was a wonderful windy blustery day! i took careful stock of where to hang this stuff and hung a few clothes in garth's bathroom and one item in my bathroom. opened all the windows in the house to get some cross-breeze action, with the wind whipping and drying everything nicely. i hung my favorite j.crew shirt that was striped and wonderful in my bathroom. half way through the afternoon i went to check on my little chore in my bathroom and noticed my shirt crumpled up on the window sill, hanger and all. i had it hanging off the shower head and soon realized it was toooo close to the window--moved it to the other end of the shower rod and went back to my work...a few hours later i figured my clothes were dry--i would get ready to go out for dinner, and i could not find the shirt!
i thought maybe it had fallen in the tub somewhere in our bathroom--no really it's quite tiny-- one glance would assure it was not in the bathroom. and then i realized. the damn shirt had blown down and out the window. as a side note we have a very nice homeless man---(i can tell already this does not look good for those wanting to come visit) but half way up our little hill out our back area there is this guy who has set up camp. he is rumoured to have been there 10 years. i am not so sure of this urban legend, due to the fact of rain, typhoon, heat, winter blah blah blah--this guy would have to find indoor refuge--this ain't l.a. baby!
so anyways i am almost possitive my shirt has blown into this guys life, not to mention two candles that were on the window sill also which garth had me convinced could kill someone or stick into their head like a little candle cap. every so often one of us is caught hanging out the window peeking into the hill, studying it, looking for a striped whimsy in the trees, or on the homeless guys clothes line. no luck. 
