This is the view from my office window.
From here I watch the girls playing outside.
From here I see if my parents are in the kitchen or in the living room watching tv.
From here I see the dogs wandering around the yard, see the daffodils springing into bloom, see the mail lady drop off the mail.
Ninety minutes ago I saw my dad chasing the ducks off the grass. I opened the window to complain to him about said ducks (they've decided to turn our carport into their personal restroom). As I talked to him, my mom stepped out onto her porch.
"Stephy! There's rhubarb pie!"
"Right now?" I called back.
I closed the window, scooped up Miss Baby and walked over to have a slice of rhubarb pie. A la mode, naturally.
When Momma tells you she baked a pie, you drop what you're doing and go have some because whatever you're doing isn't as important as pie.
With windows like this one, who needs phones?