Utah is a Beautiful Place

The crazy part of me moving to Utah was not so much Utah. Well maybe a little. But most of the problem was that Stinky didn’t have any friends aside from one older, Catholic/Morman couple. This Catholic mother of a 16 year old girl, left the state and her family with no warning, before I did, and married her high school sweetheart. Other people I thought were his friends at first, on closer examination turned out to be people who were paid to speak to him: bookstore employees, coffeeshop employees, restaurant greeters. (He dated a restaurant greeter but she was not smart enough for him. Lucky for her.)

This was my first taste of Utah, when I visited Stinky for a three day weekend, after not seeing him for 15 years.

http://www.utah.com/moab/photogallery.htm

This is about 300 miles away (mostly south), from where Stinky lives with his mother. There was a light dusting of snow, not enough to bother my tropical climate shoes. It was absolutely gorgeous.

The tropical climate shoes go with my tropical climate upbringing. It was a lot colder in the part of Utah where I ended up. But I’m glad I got to experience living where there is snow. I could not get to my bank sometimes because the pass was closed. My first time driving in snow reminded me of jumping to light speed, in Star Wars. The road was invisible and Stinky was screaming in my ear the entire time.

We never shoveled the snow off the sidewalk. Stinky’s mom paid a 70 year old man 10 dollars an hour to do that at 6 am while we laid in bed listening.

I’m also glad I got to experience that leaf changing thing. I thought all y’all were faking those photos. Oh my goodness it’s beautiful.

Then spring came. All these bulbs came up with the same flowers at the same time in all the yards. I guess I had never seen bulbs before. I thought there was a sale at the garden store and everyone bought them. I figured it out when they came up in our yard!

The farm stand fruits and yard-grown corn were “to drive for.”

I also got to see naturally frozen tomato plants, and cats who survive in the snow and have babies in the garage and hide them for two weeks. Feral kittens are NASTY. Wear gloves.

That is all for this chemotherapy induced brain dump