09 April 2010

Yesterday I left testing around 4:15 PM and headed to the drug store.  I bought a couple of things and then headed for my room.  Unfortunately, my keycard didn't let me into the 4th floor hall, after I had climbed three flights of stairs, of course.  Hauling all of my bags and stuff, I went to the front desk and they said that the cards stop working sometimes for unknown reasons.  The clerk offered me a wine ticket to be used in the restaurant and setup a wake up call for me.  I went to my room, dropped my stuff and called and talked to Chris and the kids.  They were watching a movie, so we didn't talk long. Then I went down to the bar.  Almost no one was there.  The bartender asked if I wanted to take my wine back to my room.  I hadn't thought that was an option, but it sounded better than sitting in a bar by myself, writing in my daybook.  On my way back to my room, I stopped in the market and bought a small carton of milk to have with my dinner.

I had leftovers from the previous night's dinner at the Faultline Brewery.  It was a salad with blackened salmon, so I figured it would be just fine straight from my refrigerator.  And it was.  Salad, wine, smoked gouda, crackers, strawberries, and then milk and a bit of chocolate.  Very nice.  I talked with Rosie and made plans to pick her up for dinner in Santa Cruz tonight.  She was happy and excited.  I'm sure it will be nice.  I will leave testing as soon as I can get out, maybe as early as 3:30.  This will help me minimize traffic getting to Santa Cruz on a Friday afternoon.  Minimize, but not avoid.

After that, I poked around on the internet for awhile and stumbled upon the MIRA newsletters.  One of them had brief bios for Russ, Martin, Sumita, and I.  I sent it to Scott Friedman and he found it interesting.  Time flies when you aren't paying attention.

When I got into testing this morning, Chad had already made a backup of yesterday's data and moved it to the networked terminal.  He copied it from the external disk to the internal disk.  Then I connected my laptop to the network and our external drive and started an rsync of yesterday's backup.  It finished without incident.  By midmorning, Chad asked if I wanted to take a turn doing the processing.  

08 April 2010

Yesterday, Kailash came in with the second disk and admin privileges for his laptop so that writing to the disk will work fine.  Then Scott of the WFS group discovered that pixels with values of 20000 were being marked as saturated.  After a bit of investigation, it was found that a gain level of 4 was hard coded into the DHAS.  It was fixed and all subsequent data was processed properly.  This left all the previous data to be reprocessed with the proper gain.  We created a list of the zip files and I edited it to give the exposure number of the first exposure in the series of three.  The first is supposed to be the background and it should be subtracted from the second and third exposures.  John wrote a wrapper to read this list file and process the data according to the "first" exposure I identified in the list file.  I handed off the list to John and then left for dinner with Karl and Chad.

Karl wanted to go to the Faultline Brewery in Sunnyvale.  Chad and I were game, since we both wanted to leave for the day and those that were staying to work had ordered in Thai food.  We convinced Karl to disassemble his bicycle and drive, since both Chad and I have dinky little Hyundai Accent rental cars.  Karl was accommodating.  It took probably 20 minutes or more to get there at 7 PM, since traffic on the 101 was not moving very quickly.  When we arrived, we had a wait of 45 minutes for a table, so we decided to sit in the bar.   It turned out to be ladies' night and my margarita was only $3.  The bar was slow in making our drinks and apparently Karl was given the wrong beer.  We got called to a table in what seemed more like 20 minutes.  We ordered and Karl's and my dinners came in a reasonable time, but Chad's dinner got forgotten.  Karl and I waited for Chad to get his food, even though he had said we could start.  It took all three of us to stare down the waitress to get her attention.  She finally showed up with Chad's food, after some time.  We must have waited 15 minutes after Karl's and my food arrived.  The place was busy, but this was a bit much.  When we got the check, we noticed that Karl's incorrect beer was charged and my second margarita was $7.  Apparently, Ladies' Night is only available in the bar.  If she would have told me that, I would have gotten up and walked the 20 feet to the bar area to get my second one.  Karl drove us back to Lockheed, since our rental cars were there.  I headed straight back to my hotel.

When I got to the hotel, I noticed a lot of noise in the street.  It sounded like jack hammering.  I put things away and went right to bed.  The noise continued.  I must have dosed off, but at 11:25 I woke up to continued noise.  I got up and called the front desk.  I asked if the city of Palo Alto had a curfew for noise.  The desk clerk said yes, it did.  I complained about the noise and the clerk apologized and offered to have me switch rooms to one further away from the street.  Not at that hour!  He continued to tell me that the city was fixing a broken water pipe, since half of the city didn't have water.  I thanked him for the information and he apologized again for the disruption.  I went back to bed.  It seemed not too long after that that the noise stopped.  I wonder if the hotel called the city or the police to complain or if they just finished their work.  When I got up this morning, I noticed the faucet sputtered several times.  I was happy to see that the water was at least clear and not muddy or dirty.

When I came in this morning, John said that it had run fine, but we needed to edit a few lines.  Some of the images identified weren't actually the best choices for processing.  Christopher and John had marked up a printed copy of the list.  John packed up to leave and Christopher made the necessary changes to the list file.  We started it running.  When it was done, we copied the data to Scott's bigger disk and gave them the data.  After that was complete, Chad and I used the backup instructions that I copied into my notebook to make a copy of all of yesterday's data on the external disk.  That backup directory was copied to the external drive, the drive moved to the networked terminal, the backup directory copied to the networked terminal's internal drive, and then copied across the network to our own external drive connected to my laptop.

07 April 2010

Yesterday morning, I met Kailash for coffee in the hotel lobby and he took me to the airport to get me a rental car. Thrifty, which is preferred by the Institute, only had vans and SUVs, so I went to the Enterprise counter. They had a compact car available, so I got it. Now, we were enabled to take shifts in supporting the data collection. I immediately headed to Whole Foods and bought a bunch of GF non-perishable and a few GF perishable foods. My hotel room has a refrigerator, but no microwave. So I bought some fresh fruit, breakfast bars, cheese, hummus, sparkling water, and crackers. I really tried not to buy too much, knowing that I didn't want to waste food or carry the non-perishables home. I did go overboard on the GF snack bars. They had several flavors of Lara Bars that I had never seen before, so I wanted to try them. And since they won't go bad anytime soon, I bought one of each of the ones I was interested in. Those and a few other brands, like Bumble Bee Bar. Some of these seem easier to find in California. I had first tried the Bumble Bee Bar in Downey last summer, when staying with Grandma. Her Ralph's store had them and I liked them.

After putting away the food in my room, I collected my laundry and headed to the hotel laundry room. I also need quarters, but right next to the laundry room is a market. I got quarters there. In the laundry room, I put quarters in for the laundry detergent, but the machine ate my quarters and didn't produce any detergent. I asked at the front desk and they sold me the single size boxes of detergent. Finally, I was able to start the washing. I waited outside at the tables provided for diners at the market/grill. I moved my clothes to the dryer and headed back up to my room. I talked to Chris, but the kids were out playing with the Hansons, while Chris was talking to John next door. Then I folded my clothes and put them away just in time to get into the testing to relieve Kailash. He didn't leave right away. Testing continued, with sporadic training sessions and updates on the latest scripts and wrapper scripts. He finally did leave, and came back in time for a late dinner at Rice Thai Restaurant. It was good. Kailash and I agreed that I would come in for the morning shift today, arriving around 8 AM.

I did my usual morning routine and was out of my room by 7:30 AM. I wanted to find a drug store to get toiletries and a coffee shop for a large coffee I could take into testing with me. Every drug store or grocery store was still closed. Nothing opens before 8 AM. I knew there was a Peet's down on El Camino, but I missed it in my haste looking for a drug store. I never saw a Starbucks, despite knowing that there was one somewhere. I finally found a little cafe and got my coffee. On the way back up El Camino, I finally spotted the Starbucks, right next to the Tofu House. Now I know. I still have to get to the drug store later. Kailash is supposed to be coming in sometime between 2 and 3 PM. Today for lunch we walked to the larger cafeteria, which has many more choices and a great salad bar. It is in a separate building, but still on the Lockheed campus. It was nice, the weather was nice, and we sat outside to eat. Very nice.

Posted to Gluten-Free Girl and the Chef

I became a fan of the Pioneer Woman after just one recipe on Christmas morning. I became curious about the Pioneer Woman many, many months earlier.

My sister-in-law (aka sister) has been a non-food blogger for years and maintains a long list of blogs she reads. I've been curious, but have never had time to investigate many of the blogs listed. The Pioneer Woman is on her list.

Then some time last year I think, my sister blogged about Monkey Bread. I had never heard of such a thing. I have since come to find out that I might be the only person in this country who hasn't heard of and had Monkey Bread. I grew up on the west coast. Apparently, people here on the east coast and those from the midwest know of it. How did I miss this?

In any case, my sister made some Monkey Bread using the Pioneer Woman's recipe and she posted pictures. It sounded and looked so good! My mouth started watering. Drooling really. But by that time I was already gluten-free. The Pioneer Woman's recipe called for cans of ready-to-bake biscuits. I have yet to find any such thing in the Land of Gluten Freeness.

I used to love baking. And I used to believe I was a good baker. Not only did my taste buds tell me that, but others told me. I believed them. Then, a few years ago, I was forced to become gluten-free. I was devastated. I put all of my effort and energy into things that came out of the oven tasting less than yummy. I even whined to a friend, "I used to be a good baker!"

I do miss the ease of just following a shared recipe and basking in the joy of warm, yummy goods straight from the oven. I have since learned to substitute with a wide variety of gluten-free flours. Texture still challenges me, but I'm working on that. And I have started to gather gluten-free baking cookbooks. And I began reading your blog. Your willingness to try and adjust and tweak the recipes has inspired me to keep my hopes up for my baking.

This is how I found your Buttermilk Biscuits. That was it. I could now try the Pioneer Woman's Monkey Bread for the first time.

It looked so good.

So, with the Pioneer Woman's Monkey Bread recipe and your Buttermilk Biscuit recipe to substitute for the cans of the ready-made variety, I was all set. I decided I would take the plunge on Christmas morning. Somehow, it didn't occur to me that this might be a bit ambitious for such a high-profile day. I had complete confidence that the biscuits would be yummy and the Monkey Bread delectable. I knew it. I just knew it.

My daughter worked with me make three batches of your buttermilk biscuit recipe on Christmas morning. She even delayed opening her gifts, because she wanted to help make something yummy that I could enjoy too. I stirred the sugar and butter on the stove. We tossed the biscuit balls around in the cinnamon and sugar and then into the tube pan. It took awhile, but every minute was full of anticipation and fun. It was Christmas morning after all! Finally it was ready for the oven. We slid it in and then we opened some gifts. We were there in front of the oven when the timer beeped. That Monkey Bread filled the house with the best smell for a holiday morning. It was the smell of love and family and happiness and warmth. And it was the smell of something incredibly tasty!

And it was! Absolutely delicious! We huffed and puffed on those gooey, sugary balls to get them cool enough to eat. My husband is a man of few words, but I've never seen him go back for so many seconds! And he is not gluten-free. That was the best endorsement I could have had, outside of my very happy and satisfied belly!

My belief in my baking was renewed. I am a good baker. And it just so happens that I am a good gluten-free baker! I still face challenges with texture and balance, but I know many good things will come of my attempts. Many, many thanks to you and the Pioneer Woman for making it possible and renewing that belief!

Gem from the Dinner Table

Last night at the dinner table, Dude was trying to ask me something. Finally, he got it out.

"Mom, were you born before or after the Civil War?"

Oh, I feel so young....

I stifled my laughter and said, "After. And after World War I and after World War II and after the Korean War and after the Vietnam War (mostly). But I was in college during the first Iraqi war."

Is this why we have kids? To help us feel young?

Maybe I felt that way this time. But I am not completely delusional.

I know all too well that, right around the corner, there will be something coming our of their mouths to make me feel old.

I guess that's better than not feeling at all. And I'm sure I'll manage to laugh with them about it then too.

And just remember that you, too, were born after the Civil War. Feeling better already, right?!

Obstacle Course

We are still digging out from record-breaking snowfalls. Government offices, schools, and many businesses have been closed for the better part of a week (or more) due to the snow.

Today is President's Day and I have to work. No liberal leave or administrative leave has been declared, so I will be driving into the city for my meetings.

I had been out on the streets around our house a couple of times in the last few days. Even as late as Friday, most areas were plowed, but that does not indicate to what level of safety they had. In numerous places, the banks of snow (and ice) were higher than my line of sight while driving in my four-wheel-drive vehicle. With the added wind, several places had blowing snow over the road and in the shade, leaving patches of snowy and icy roadway. Driving around was possible, but I wouldn't have recommended it if avoidable.

And I *love* my four-wheel drive vehicle.

By Sunday evening, more had been done to clear the tall piles of snow blocking visibility. At a traffic circle near our house, the road crews had managed to clear the center of the circle and reduce the height of the side snow banks down to two feet tall or so. This was a vast improvement. Things are getting safer on the roads, but that's no reason not to continue to be careful.

Have I mentioned how much I LOVE my 4W drive vehicle?!!

This morning, as I headed to work, I paid attention to the condition of the roads as I approached the city.

As soon as I crossed the city line, the roads got worse. No exaggerating. As. soon. as. I. crossed. the. city. line.

Normally an undivided, four lane street was suddenly a two and a half lane street, with tall snow banks in the lane I typically use. Snow banks higher than my vehicle roof were everywhere. Normal right turn lanes were not cleared, backing up traffic worse that usual. Divided streets with two lanes in each direction *and* on-street parking were suddenly transformed into one lane of traffic, with cars buried in normal parking spots covered with snow, cars stopped or parked in the right most traffic lane, and chairs in the street. The chairs, of every type imaginable, were there to save parking spots in shoveled areas of the right most traffic lane. Plastic deck chairs. Wood dining chairs. Vinyl kitchen chairs.

There is never any warning when coming around a curve, you find the lane you are in is filled with snow and/or stranded/parked cars!

When in doubt, stay to the left.

Talk about needed to pay attention while driving! This is no joke of an obstacle course! This is dangerous!

Too bad the drivers don't seem to know how to drive cautiously.

I arrived at work safely and not too much later than usual. I'm sure the speed of my arrival had less to do with the condition of the roads, and more to do with the fact that today is a holiday. For some.

And as of 1pm today, more snow is expected. That's in 7 minutes....

If I had wanted a multi-faceted obstacle course, I would have signed up for boot camp.

Be safe.

Not Welcome

I offered to proofread his KSA, Knowledge and Skills Assessment for an application.

He sounded reluctant.

I offered again and left it alone.

Later I asked if it was done. He said yes.

"Oh, I guess you don't need it proofread then."

"Well, I still have until midnight tonight to make changes."

"Oh, okay. Well, then I'll look at it if you want."

He starts one paragraph by talking about a class he took in high school. He then progressing forward in time. Reviewers don't want to start at the beginning. They want reverse chronological! Ugh.

He is just shooting himself in the foot and is insistent in wanting to do it this way. Why doesn't he want to make it the best for THE REVIEWERS? Why doesn't he pay attention to any of the information given to him by the unemployment people??!!! They know what they are talking about.

I guess I can understand if he doesn't want to take my word for it. I'm a wife.

But follow the guidelines and suggestions given out by the job search people!

Stubbornness is not called for here. Give up on what YOU want and do it they way THEY want it.

UGH!

change of regime

I can't believe there was no communication. As of October 1, in just 9 days, the NICMOS team will be absorbed into the WFC3 team and Anton will go to WIT.

When did the NICMOS team get notified??? Did I miss a team meeting? If so, why wasn't it emailed around to the team???

This IMPOSES a change in the boss I report to for NICMOS. It affects me!

Management has got some serious communication problems. Do they think so little of the remaining members of the NICMOS team to completely neglect to notify them of this change???

Get a grip. Don't cuss. Don't fume. Just ask and listen. THEN DIGEST.

Remain non-committal.

Bury it.

Just like you bury everything else.

At least for this afternoon.

Don't pull a Cherry.

50 Things

...I want to do before I die....

1. Go to Space (preferrably do an untethered space walk, in which I am my own satellite orbiting the Earth)
2. Learn to speak, read, and write "fluent" French
3. Learn to play the piano proficiently
4. Read the Bible from cover to cover
5. Fly on the flying trapese
6. Visit the Galapogos Islands
7. Snorkel/dive the Great Barrier Reef
8. See molten lava flow into the ocean and sizzle
9. See the aurora
10. Hold and kiss a grandchild of mine
11. Drive an NSX at high speed, preferrably on an open road
12. Visit New York City
13. Personally see all the known surviving Clement Heaton windows and artwork (at least in the US, if not the world)
14. Visit the Taj Mahal
15. Stand on the Great Wall of China
16. Visit Bodio, Switzerland
17. Ride the train across America
18. Camp in the Banff National Forest
19. Crochet myself a nice afghan
20. Write a biography (maybe even autobiography)
21. Put my children's baby books together beautifully
22. Visit the Keck telescopes
23. Take voice lessons
24. Tour New Zealand
25. Visit the natural wonders of Alaska
26. Ride the Orient Express
27. Eat a fresh lobster dinner in Boston
28. Take swing (dance) lessons, preferrably with my significant other
29. Visit Paris and the Eiffel Tower
30. Send parents to see the Paris Air Show and family in France
31. Have a pedicure with no pressure to return to normal life immediately
32. Visit Niagra Falls
33. Witness a launch of the Space Shuttle
34. Read all of "War and Peace"
35. Go up into the Statue of Liberty

Activities for DC Area

DC

• National Fireworks on the Mall


• American History Museum (closing Fall 2006 for 2 years)


• Air & Space Museum


• Air & Space Museum Extension


• Mars IMAX Movie


• American Art Museum


• Hirschorn Modern Art Museum


• Spy Museum


• National Zoo


• Washington Monument - go up


• Natural History Museum(23 Apr 2009)


• Heaton window in DC church


• Cherry Blossoms


• Mount Vernon Estate (Virginia)

Baltimore

• Walters Museum


• Baltimore Zoo


• National Aquarium


• Port Discovery


• Fireworks at the Inner Harbor


• Maryland Science Center

Annapolis

• Downtown Annapolis


• Woodwind Cruise on the Chesapeake Bay


• Bay Bridge Walk

Ellicott City

• Walk downtown E.C.


• B & O Railroad Museum

Coming to Dinner

Look who's coming to dinner tonight!

This evening we arrived home pretty much as usual.  After decompressing for a bit, Chris happened to look out of our kitchen window.  Without warning, he shouts, "Come outside!"

"What?  Why?"

"Who?"

"All of you!"

"What's going on?  What's wrong?!"

"Just come outside!  Now!"

Let me just say that I really do prefer to have guests provide us with a bit of notice before arriving.

This one didn't bother.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Common Snapping Turtle.  Or maybe the Alligator Snapping Turtle.  I don't know which it is, but we do know for a fact that it snaps!

It was right in the middle of the street, at the height of "rush hour traffic" arriving home.  We did not want the turtle to get hit by a car.

Really.  We do not want to have the remnants being picked over by the resident, neighborhood turkey vultures.

We really, really did not want the turtle to get hit.  Not right in front of our house or anywhere else.

That is why Chris picked it up.

And got snapped at!

Wow, let me tell you that those turtles have necks that can extend out nearly as far back as to their tails!

And quick!  I didn't think a turtle could move that quickly!  Okay, so they can't run, but they can snap fast!

It scared us all!  The kids freaked out and Chris dropped it.  Luckily, it was only an inch or two off the ground when he snapped.

Apparently, they have an affinity for the ground.

Chris tried to coerce the turtle to the side of road with gentle prodding with a stick, but when it got really mad...

it hopped!

I'm not kidding.

It hopped and snapped angrily at the same time.  And fast!

Who would have thought a turtle can hop?  Certainly not the hare.

After getting the turtle only slightly closer to the side of our street to avoid disaster, Chris finally got our big push broom and "swept" or "pushed" or "prodded" it over into the grass lining the street.

I'm not thrilled with a snapper in our yard, but it is better than in the street.

This is not my average snapper for dinner!  I prefer the fishy kind.

Progress Log

I am just starting a progress log, at the suggestion of Henriette Anne Klauser in her book, Writing on Both Sides of the Brain.

I want to write fiction, and a memoir of David's cancer. I already have opportunities to write non-fiction, technical and scientific articles at work. I want to expand on that. I want to have a voice and share it. I want to think creatively and let the words flow.

This is the beginning of monitoring my progress. The next exercise I am tasked with is freewriting or rapidwriting.

14.02.2009 photo book

Fifes and Drums 

Henry James by Jacques-Emile Blanche

Walt Whitman by John White Alexander

Automatic Telegraph Reciever, Samuel Finley Breese Morse 

Men of Progress by Christian Schussele

The South Ledges, Appledore by Childe Hassam

The Victorian Chair by Childe Hassam

Obama by Shepard Fairey

Peacocks and Peonies II by John La Farge

Night in Bologna by Paul Cadmus

Marilyn Monroe by Andy Warhol

Maya Angelou

La Barba???

Luce Foundation Center, Presidential Cupcakes

Untitled (blue bowl) by Mauice Heaton

Best Intentions

Try using NovaMind or the free software options of FreeMind, Pimki, WikkaWiki, VUE, XMIND to develop plot diagram.

Write Away by Elizabeth George

Characters

1. Real people have flaws.
2. We all doubt ourselves over something.
3. We grow and change through events.
4. We all live with conflicts.
   

I am... 24

I am... 24 and...

a worker
a wife
a sister
a daughter
a friend
a granddaughter

I am... me

I am...

a daughter
a sister
a granddaughter
a wife
a mother
a lover
a friend
a dancer
a thinker
a scientist
a reader
a crocheter
a worker
a sinner
a dreamer
a student/learner
a nerd
a techie
a writer
a scrapbooker
a cook
a baker
a cuddler
a hugger
a housekeeper
a pet owner
a crafter
a walker
a jogger
a driver
a kayaker
a caregiver

2009 Spelling Bee

Missy is in fifth grade for this spelling bee.

Unfortunately, she was out on her first word.  As disappointed as I was, I didn't feel too bad about her missed her word:

goatee.

I don't really expect a fifth grader to know how to spell it.  But, apparently, it is fair game and it got her out.  Her best friend made it to the second round, but was eliminated with 'futon'.

Here is the entire list used in our spelling bee:

Round One:

chocolate

balcony

ninja

gospel

canary

frolic

broadleaf

thermal

diplomat

prescription

easel

dejected

goatee

hustle

tutu

reckless

denture

earthenware

topical

chinchilla

forlorn

powwow

spectrum

candidate

Round Two:

hassock

talc

denim

renovate

falsetto

totem

ravel

pragmatic

finale

herbivore

safari

futon

ventilate

tundra

palette

alamo

Round Three:

collage

fatigue

gazelle

portfolio

bequeath

stoic

All words in the third round were spelled incorrectly, except for the winning word 'portfolio'.

I still have some favorite words for spelling bees:

persimmon

pomegranate

muscular

chandelier

Age

I must be getting old.

And I'm OK with it.

Really.

I'm perfectly content to bundle the kids up and let them happily play out in the snow.

Without me.

I gave my blessings and concerns about trying to sled down the gravel driveway with only half an inch of snow.

Good luck to them.

Without me.

I'm perfectly content to get a hot mug of coffee and sit by the window and watch it snow.

From inside my warm house.

Sometimes, it's actually easier to be old....

Sometimes....

Sparkling Iciciles

This morning was spectacularly beautiful.

The temperature was right at freezing and it was raining steadily and heavily so at times.  Normally, these two conditions don't elicit excitement from me, especially in concert with each other.  But this morning was different.  It had one additional factor---ice.

Now, usually icy conditions strike fear into my heart.  And I was indeed concerned this morning.  Driving in icy conditions is about the last thing on the planet I will do willingly.

Presumably, the road temperature was a bit warmer than the air temperature this morning.  Once I found that the roads weren't particularly icy and driving wasn't as hazardous as I feared, I started to look around me.

And I saw the ice.  

First on the bushes, glistening on the stems.  Then on the trees, weighing down the branches dramatically, especially the pines.  Then as icicles, hanging daintily from mailboxes.  Lots of small icicles along the bottoms of the street signs.  All of the trees and bushes were sparkling as far as the eye could see.  Everything was a bit brighter and shinier than usual, despite the overcast skies and the rain.

It was magnificent.

I was still cautious with my driving.  Apparently, not everyone else was.  

According to the radio report, my usual route to work was considerably backed up, due to an accident.  As I approached the intersection to my second-choice route, I found that it, too, was considerably slowed, most likely from those avoiding the main route.

So, I took my third choice in routes to work.

I got in safely and only twenty minutes later than usual.  I fully expect I would have been stuck in traffic much, much longer than that if I had tried to crawl through my first-choice route.

The city had no ice.

No icicles.

No sparkles.

None of that beauty.

The city was five or six degrees warmer than where I live.  Those few degrees made all the difference.

I am so incredibly thankful to live where I do.

The neighborhood was beautiful again this morning, but in a way I don't usually see.

Remember to cherish beauty when and where you find it!