Last week I
purchased bus passes for Jenna and me as Minerva (our neighbor who has been
taking Jenna to school) said that her son wanted to start riding the bus
again. I am okay either way. Morning commute’s not so bad – at least going
to school. Road painting caused delays
on the return.
I was
returning from the library the other day when a man at the bus stop insisted on
talking to me. I was far more interested
in the book I was holding than in anything that he was saying and actually
annoyed with his ignorance that I was trying to read. He said he was looking for a job. Taking
baths in the Jordan
Canal is getting too
cold. He used to live in those
apartments over there. He still knows
people.
He hadn’t
shaved because he doesn’t have a razor. He
didn’t look homeless, but he didn’t seem dressed for hire. .I don’t know what
kind of work he was looking for. He was
wearing camouflage coveralls. They
looked as if though they had been recently removed from a sales rack.
He soon
tired of waiting for the bus, just as I tired of what I thought might be
endless talk on his part. Another guy
got off the train and asked how soon the bus would come. I told him that it shouldn’t be long any how
UTA had just changed most all of the buss schedules (I mean, after all, it has been a grand total of four months since
the last change) to accommodate for meeting TRAX on schedule – yeah, like that’s
really going to happen. Perhaps if they
schedule buses to run every ten minutes they will have a fighting chance. But some of the routes are schedule to run
only every thirty. The train can always
run on time, but I don’t think UTA has taken in consideration of UDOT traffic
on the road.
When I mentioned
the construction, the guy gets a less-than-thrilled look on his face and says, “Oh,
yeah, I forgot about that.”
How could
you forget? The orange barrels and
polycones are a sign that spring has officially started – though there is
usually 3-7 days of cold wet weather which takes place right after the cones
are in place.
The other
night the wind was blowing hard. I
usually don’t hear it from my bedroom – but it was loud enough outside my
bedroom door that I wondered what it was.
After I got up, I could hear the wind blowing outside. I saw flashes of lightening – what I thought
was lightening anyway. Turns out that it
was really sparks from the power lines.
Our backyard neighbor mentioned it in Church. He said the wind was blowing so hard that our
tree was knocking into the power lines.
Fortunately it did not knock them down.
Today I called Rocky Mountain Power to make them aware. And hopefully
they will be able to cut it down to where it’s either tamed or null (though I
think I’d actually prefer the latter)
Since we
have moved to West
Valley , I can only
remember the power going out just once – well, just one time in our
neighborhood. I’ve been affected by West
Valley Power outages when I was driving.
I’m evidently on a different transformer than the surrounding areas
which have been affected.
When we lived in Kearns ,
it seemed we were without power almost as often as we had power – slight exaggeration
perhaps. But I remember not having power
many a time. I remember meeting in the cultural
hall of the church because somebody thought it would let in the strongest amount
of light. Only one meeting was held.
I have many thoughts in my head that
remain unsorted. Posts won’t write
themselves and often I am too lazy to do it.
Or my thoughts just don’t seem to flow together and flow smoothly. Take this post for instance. Not flowing.
Jumbled. Boring. You don’t have to read it. So why are you?
After I walked
Jenna to school I went to a few stores in search of Vick’s VapoSyrup because my
throat has been dry the last couple of days, and VapSsyrup works. I don’t recall where I even got it last
time. Three stores and none of them had
even an empty space for it. I need
something that will work for me. I need
to feel better and stop being tired and get back on track.
I called Vicks and learned that the VapoSyrup product was discontinued in 2011. BUMMER!
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