This evening I was blessed with another opportunity to drive home with the windows cracked in spite of the calendar. When I crossed over Route 50 going south on the Fairfax County Parkway, I noticed the awesome sunset to my right -- orange and red streaks yawning up from behind the Blue Ridge. It used to pain me that I could see the Blue Ridge on my commute -- I mean, I used to work in Manhattan. Today, because the sky was so clear and the sun was illuminating the west, I realized I can see not only the easternmost mountains, but the ones behind those too.
Meanwhile, I acquired a baritone ukulele from Steve's family (it was Grandma Sara's) and have been trying to play it. Actually, playing it is not a problem. Getting it to stay tuned is where I'm going wrong. But seriously -- a ukulele?
My life is currently the opposite of "we're not in Kansas anymore."