In Which Daniel Takes Matters Into His Own Hands

We had a surprise visit from Greta and Daniel this evening: we weren't quite ready to eat, it being so hot and all. Eventually dinner made it's way onto the table and, truth be told, it looked a bit sparse. I don't know where my brain was.

But Daniel really did take matters into his own hands. He rooted through the pantry and decided on nachos. Soon a piping-hot platter appeared on the table to supplement the meager offerings I had made. It was a good thing, too, since the cucumbers for the cucumber boats were nasty bitter.

Do note the tidy grid of chips laid out on the baking sheet. The refried beans topping the cheese was similarly tidy. That's an accountant for you.

Thanks Daniel! I'm pleased that you're comfortable in my kitchen!

The Last Shuttle Launch

We finally made it! We saw the shuttle launch, the very last one there will ever be. We made it to Cocoa Beach/Canaveral Beach by 6:00 am, and waited patiently for 1) the clouds to clear, and 2) the actual launch scheduled for 11:30. #1 never happened. #2 did, about two minutes late. It was very exciting, even though we had to watch it play peek-a-boo with the clouds.

The glowing cone shows just above the distant buildings.

High up in the clouds, it will soon disappear from our view. We couldn't see the separation stage.

Dennis and Wendy had flown out for a quick vacation, and they met up with us at our house a couple of days before we left for Florida. We all drove down together and we had a wonderful time with them. We spent the rest of the weekend traveling up the coast. I'll tell more about in in the next post.