Has it been two days since the big snow fell on Salt Lake City? I can't get over how beautiful the trees look. Neighborhoods look like Christmas villages and, hey, it's December.
A deep snow is wonderful if you don't actually have to get up in the morning and knock the snow off your car and shovel your way out of a parking spot. I've watched people doing this from my window with, I'm sorry to say, a smug smile on my face. Which is to say, I'm retired and have enough food in the house to wait for spring.
This is not actually true, but we do have the ABC Market just east of the building, which carries the necessities of life: bread, butter, milk and ice cream and so much more. I already have pickled herring. Tom doesn't like me eating it in the same room with him. He's not Dutch, poor fellow.
Tonight, JoAnne was in art class. She went to Kuala Lumpur with the Peace Corp in the early sixties and has been there ever since, except for visits home. She wasn't really interested in the Peace Corp, but two guys she worked with filled out her application and off she went.
Such amazing bravery. "I'm in awe," I said.
She married a military man, who ended up as a general. "Wow, that's really brave," I said. I, personally, would not like being married to a general. Although now that I think about it, I have friends who were generals, who I like a lot.
So, as usual, I don't know what I"m talking about.