OMAR SHARIFF TURNED INTO A DUCK RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES

We've been having some especially beautiful days filled with clouds. I blame my terrible golf round Friday at Tonto Verde partially on the clouds and their beauty; they simply distracted me. But that's easy to do because I'm not too focused.

Don't get me wrong. I normally hate clouds. I have too many memories of gray clouds hanging in a steel gray Midwestern sky that lasted most of a month or two. So I should say I hate those skies, those kinds of clouds. I also like to see storm clouds forming and moving across the skies.

But the best kinds are the ones that you can form pictures of, that take and change shapes kaleidoscopically. I did that as a kid and never outgrew it. And that's how an image of a mustachioed Omar Shariff turned into a baby duck in just a manner of seconds.

You know, I should amend the paragraph that addressed my hatred for clouds. I'd rather not be around that area when the gray days form, and we have some in Arizona, too. But just like some people like cold weather, I'm sure there are those who love gray days, too. They're all part of God's creation, so I won't ever say again that I hate them. I just prefer the white ones in a blue sky.

I just looked to the Scottsdale skies to see what they offered this morning. Ho Hum. Nothing but bright blue today.