Easy as A, B, C . . . from BB
My husband, transplanted from Alabama only about a year-and-a-half ago, keeps complaining about Utah’s weather. Mind you, he was actually born in Salt Lake. Twenty years at sea level with the United States Navy, followed by work in Texas, California, Alabama, etc., made him “un-used” to the altitude and he had trouble breathing when he arrived.
Luckily, that first winter was mild, he eventually became more accustomed to the rarity of air, and the summer was mostly pretty pleasant. And we spent much of it traveling around the state.
Then came the winter. Coldest, most miserable we’ve had in years. To say nothing of the lethal pollution levels—worst in the U.S. multiple days? What’s with that?
Well, thank goodness, spring finally arrived. And disappeared again—which day was that, again?—only to leave us with a scorcher of a summer—and, at this writing, it’s still JUNE! Well, OK, it’ll be July in the morning when you read this. But what’s with this heat? This past week we were in Cedar City, then St. George, to see plays at the Shakespeare Festival and one at Tuacahn. 118 degrees???
Thank the heavens we could come back to Salt Lake where it was only 104 or 105!
I keep telling him Utah has a pretty temperate climate. But he ain’t buyin’ it. I’m fighting a losing battle here.
See you day-after-tomorrow for Wednesday’s WIPs!