Where I Live

So I was headed out to work this morning, headed up toward the causeway as always when I saw a space shuttle piggy backed onto an airplane flying out over the beaches.  They were taking the Discovery to DC to live at the Smithsonian.  It made me think about how much I love where I live. Couldn't get photo, being in the car and all, but believe me when I tell you it was a terrific.  (Photo above taken from my front lawn during an earlier launch). 

Last night we all packed a picnic and headed to the park to have dinner.  There was a flock of Sandhill Cranes frolicking in the field disturbing a group of kids playing frisbee.  Not a bad place to call home.

People come here for vacations, but here I am, every day of the year. 

Where I Live

I think we all take our homes for granted. Some of us grow up somewhere and end up staying there forever. We didn't like the cold and decided to move south. We aimed for North Carolina, but missed by a few states and ended up in Florida. It was strange at first to see all the palm trees and live so close to the ocean, but we adjusted. Before long it seemed pretty normal to us. Occasionally though, it hits me that I live in a place that other people visit on vacations.
Anna had a field trip on Monday to the "river". That is what we call the local estuary for reasons I don't quite comprehend. She was so excited when she talked about taking the big giant net into the water and listed off all of the critters they caught. Rather nonchalantly she mentioned that while they were there, an airplane flew overhead carrying the space shuttle back to the cape.
Tuesday I was watching our school announcements when they had a special segment on the surfing club. They took lots of footage of curling waves and sandy beaches. It is odd to think that as I sit in class I am only a few miles away from all of that. I used to look at houses next to the beach and wonder how they could ever get anything done with so much sun and surf outside their front doors.
Today it was rainy. I thought it was regular rain, but then on the way to work they said it was the remnants of hurricane Fred. I missed that hurricane I guess, but it was a nice soaking rain. As I stood in car line for my duty, I looked on to a huge double rainbow. By lunchtime it was 90 and sunny.
I still have a couple of days left in the week. I wonder what wonders they will bring?