Category Archives: Utah

My Winter Garb

I’m OK on jackets and jeans, have a couple polartec headbands but may have some additional headgear coming our way. My choice of winter boot is Crocs. Crocs with holes. In a storm I’ll switch to hole-less black ones. Otherwise it’s funeral shoes.

This is definitely not a Girl Scout moment, preparedness-wise, but then I didn’t get many of those, did I Mrs. Nasty Lady who laughed at my sewing and camping and failed me on my first badge.

To buy hiking or winter boots nearing May is folly in my book. I’m going to stick with what I’ve got. Jim’s got solid casual shoes to get him through the next couple of weeks so we hope to save some money on this.

I haven’t seen a crocus or daffodil in weeks here so think the winter storms were too much for them. Too bad. I used to love them back east, and the forsythia and lilacs came out later and were wonderful, along with pussy willows.

Right now we’re excited to see the birds and am sure more Spring and Summer will ensue at some point, whenever that may be in Utah. Cheers, Dee

More Snow, New Pics

Hey folks,

It’s another day in near-paradise. Three weeks ago Jim and I drove 1,500 miles without incident, except getting used to the altitude after several hours driving in the high plains of Wyoming. Since I was young, I always wondered what a “high plain” was as plains are flat. Now I know.

Yesterday I drove to the grocery store, about 1/4 mile each way. While there I stopped to get the mail and pick up Jim’s drycleaning. I placed the car back in the garage, closed it electronically and all was well. Jim wanted “my” car this morning because of the snow. He called from 100 feet away with a flat tire. Upon putting on the spare, finding a garage and assuring “dog towels” and garbage bags to stow the wet and snowy flat in the car, he left. I neglected to tell you there is a construction site about 1/8 mile down the road, which I passed twice yesterday. At the garage, Jim found the tire was repairable but had two nails and a screw in it. So, that’s how the day began.

And Zoe has become a barker. For weeks she was terrified we’d leave her and followed us (me) everywhere. Now she leaves me at my desk downstairs to head for the guest bedroom, which provides her with her only front-of-the-house view. Driveway shoveling, bark then run downstairs to tell me. Dog and owner walking by on trail, bark and run up to the laundry to see me. I know, she was used to being on the 4th floor and we got her used to it (even got her a backpack that Jim had tailored and took bottles of water to the guard at the municipal lot downstairs). It’ll work out and it’s not that she yaps all day long, but she is a darned good watchdog.

Here are the photos, I’ll tell you the stories. Most are of the sunniest (of two) days we’ve had in the past nearly three weeks since our arrival in Utah.

Looking west to east, there’s the Olympic ski jumps across the way, The Canyons Resort, front side of Park City, and the bald mountain behind is Deer Valley. Then I believe you’ve two photos of the overnight wet snow, a tree and a bush. I promised myself years ago I’d never shovel snow again but did the downstairs deck this morning. Then the Sandhill cranes came on this side of the stream. I heard them coming so rushed to get the camera. Impressive birds. There were two pair out this morning, and one resident told us they’d seen up to 20 in the past, but only in the Spring before they migrate north to Canada.

I’m going to have to find out who is doing construction so I can let them know to clean the road of debris. It’s very expensive for Jim to take two hours off work. He’ll make it up but won’t be home until after eight this evening. After all, he’s on contract and that’s hourly, no matter his level of expertise in writing software. My only alternative is to find my way through the adjacent townhome community to avoid the construction site. They have ominous signs at the entry, that no dogs are allowed to be walked on the property except service dogs. I wonder if I can drive Zoe through or if they’ll pull me over and confiscate her. Ha! Let them live with Her Neediness for a day and she’ll be back.

Hope you’re having a great day. Cook something great for your family. I’ve a roast chicken and some red potatoes and carrots and onions to … perhaps make Lazy Chicken? Just thought of that, thanks for the inspiration. Cheers, Dee

Moving et al

When I started as an insurance analyst for the state at the ripe old age of 22, a few months went by and my car insurance was cancelled. It was due on the first of the month. I sent it early so it would get there on time but it arrived on the second day of the month so they cancelled my insurance.

The state had a mandatory 15-day grace period. Of course they cashed my check. I called and they said there was no way to reinstate my policy, back home a seven-hour drive away. I called the insurance broker several times and his secretary always told me he was unavailable.

Wouldn’t you know there was a reception that night and the state insurance commissioner was there. I’d known him since he was a lobbyist. He asked “What’s up?” and I told him. He asked me to call him directly the next morning with the broker’s name and number, stating that he wanted to deal with this issue personally.

Before noon he called and said “I love my job! I love doing this stuff!” A few moments later a shaken insurance broker called me, apologized profusely and said my policy was never cancelled. Whatever gave me that idea in the first place? Of course he knew he cashed my check and cancelled my policy in the same heartbeat.

So, like AIG (this wasn’t AIG) insurance is an ephemeral thing. It’s something you never want to have to use. No one wants to have a car accident or get cancer. The slimiest ones are those who go door-to-door and sell single-illness coverage to poor folks. Dante has a special place for those people.

Today I spent three hours on the phone with our car insurance company changing our address and getting rental coverage that doesn’t just cover us but the 99% of our lives we have in storage. It took three companies and two calls to our temporary state’s insurance office to get things straightened out. Then I took on the phone company. Remember when the Supreme Court told Ma Bell to break up? It’s back in business and called ATT. No, you can’t call this line they directed you to because you no longer have a combined bill. You only have three cell phones (sounds combined to me) and not a land line or a modem as well. Gimme a break.

Over forty years ago my great uncle told my father he was taking him off the will as executor as he moved too much. In this economy people need to move to get jobs, even temporary jobs. We’re lucky, in a way, as we don’t have to rip kids out of school to move halfway across the country. Taking the dog out of Urban Tails and Doggie Daycare isn’t a biggie.

I want to make it easy for corporate execs like Jim to move short-term with a minimum of effort. Right now it takes me a couple of weeks to enter a place and at least that much time to leave. There must be an easier way and I aim to find it. In the meantime, I spent too much time on the phone today with these blood-suckers, walking Zoe to get her nails cut and trying to find a summer gig for one of my fav musicians. You know who you are, Juni Fisher!

Jim’s out with Zoe looking at the cranes. Cool birds. Keep cooking. Not cranes, of course. It’s the next day and the cable/modem guys were here for a couple hours today as I was unable to get online yesterday to send this. Thursday, when the expanded cable and modem were installed, the guy reported a problem that is not only affecting us but everyone up here in this part of the world, homes and businesses alike so they had crews out making repairs to the main line to give us more power. Cheers, Dee

The Corporate Apartment

Stars. That’s something most people don’t see from a corporate apartment. We didn’t until tonight, when it finally stopped snowing. It’s April. Snow.

My needs are different in a corporate place, because I actually cook. For the past three years we’ve made use of corporate places through Jim’s work and every one is different.

Since we’ve been looking in Utah for a six-month contract (if we stay longer we’ll send our stuff out from storage in TX and get our own place) we’ve seen a lot of interesting concepts.

One could be funky downtown, and luckily the owner and I are going to try to convert it to corporate given my expertise living in the UK and Utah in vastly different circumstances.

When in Utah three years ago for a major bank, we had to manufacture our own corporate housing, then the bank wouldn’t pay the rent. I had no laptop and no cell phone so had a phone card because everything outside 1/4 mile is long distance. I had to go to the office to use the computer and pay our bills because our mail was never forwarded from home. That was tough, going to the office when a major bank won’t pay the rent on time.

Our next gigs were in Scotland and London. We loved living downtown in both places and I found food to cook or takeout. I got used to the appliances after Jim, the physicist, told me I could be killed with the voltage there. One turns on the circuit for an electric kettle for tea then turns it off when tea is done, about 75 seconds. The washer/dryer is another animal altogether and shook the entire building but Christine was great as is SACO worldwide. We stayed a week at another of their places in Southwark, London.

Here we are in Utah. As we moved and drove cross-country in two cars with the dog (left 99% of our worldly belongings in storage) we decided to stay funky downtown or vacation paradise. We chose the latter.

Most corporate by-the-book places have rental furniture or really cheap, uncomfortable sofas and beds. Most still offer only a VCR! There’s a dishwasher but as you only have four plates, spoons, knives, forks and completely useless knife set (laser, no need to sharpen), I’ve had to make certain modifications.

Note to corporate apartments: NO glass cutting boards. They ruin food and knives. In Orem,when we were up at Park City at the outlet stores I splurged on a spatula and something else I needed, I forget what, for under $5. In Scotland we spent a fortune on winter weather gear (may need to do it again in Utah, at least footwear) and I bought a decent 6″ all-purpose knife and a cutting board, plus tea towels because Jim uses them as napkins/serviettes.

Now we’re in Park City and in a wonderful place. There are many dishes (very large and tough to fit safely in the dishwasher so I run a load a day for two of us). Silverware is sufficient. I have to watch that the sensitive gas burners don’t burn the food. It take a lot of time to boil a kettle for tea (thank goodness they have a kettle!) but that’s a factor of altitude. I’ve heard that at 8,000 feet above sea level water boils at 140 degrees. Don’t know yet if that’s true but actually in my knife case – yes I brought all my knives, including the Scotland one – I have an instant-read thermometer. That’s something to check out.

Maybe it’s because it’s a ski community but we have a condo with an upscale mall and movie theatre 1/4 mile away and a nature preserve 10 feet away and the geese are starting to come in, honking, at 6:31 a.m. There is attention to detail here. The colors go with the scenery, reds, greens and browns. Fireplace, views of a 2002 Olympic site, The Canyons, Park City and Deer Valley plus birds galore.

Upon entry through a knotted Alder door, about 10′ high, there is a stone entryway. Full bath/shower, coat/utility closet, and gorgeous kitchen with knotted alder cabinets and high end appliances and dishes so large they barely fit in the dishwasher.

I’ve already had to buy Jim a solid pan to make two over-medium eggs each morning because the one that is here is very lighweight and scarred by knives. I only use my own utensils, silicone spatulas that do not react to low heat and do not scratch pans.

We have two bedrooms plus daybed, and three full baths. Stackable full-size washer/dryer. We had intended to take out and store the daybed and use that space for an office but instead we’ve taken over the dining table with my MacBook, 24″ monitor and wireless keyboard plus moving and other info. Had the modem installed the other day and another day is about to start. I see Deer Valley now from my “desk” (much better than a dark corridor as I can see the wildlife).

I’d like to combine the ski resort condo with European concepts and make a turnkey solution for business and leisure travelers, short-and long-term.

Not a small goal, but it’s something I know and it may have something to do with kitchens. Thanks Devin for pointing me this way.

Cheers, good morning, the birds are coming in and skies are blue. Thanks for reading and participating. Cheers, Dee

Fascination

Saturday morning, 7:00 a.m. on the dot, the geese came flying in, honking all the way. Shortly thereafter, after I walked Zoe in the latest accumulation of snow, and fed her, I went back to bed and in came the “Godzilla birds” as Jim called them. He was about to point them out to me last night but then the dog incident occurred and by the time we got back from the vet it was too late.

Before lunch Jim took Zoe for a long walk through a pedestrian tunnel that goes under I-80. We enjoyed the hawk, who sat there for a couple of hours, the ducks and of course, what we believe are the Greater Sandhill Cranes. Their heads and coloring are different but they literally looked like a 1/2 sized ostrich. Apparently they’re found in North America (especially Nebraska, the Platte River) and in Siberia.

They’re way cool to look at but there’s no way to see scale with a backdrop of 107 acres of wilderness preserve and snow on the ground.

Here’s the proof:

All for now, homemade mac and cheese for dinner. We ate a great pizza for lunch. More later. Cheers, Dee

The Geese are Back

I knew I heard geese the first day, but they left and there were only ducks.

Swaner Preserve

Swaner Preserve

That honking in unmistakable. Welcome back! I’ve always been afraid of birds, attacked by a crow as a ‘tween coming home from the school bus stop.

Now I feel like a first grade student of Roger Tory Peterson. That’s www.rtpi.org and is a great place where I grew up.

More boxes to do, laundry etc. so Jim and I have a weekend together without work. Cheers, Dee

Big, Fat Snow

The bike trail is already clear from last night’s snow, and no-one shoveled or plowed it. It’s a wet one because it even sticks on branches of trees with no leaves. Cold snows are different. Ice storms are another animal altogether.

It’s supposed to be in the 60’s next week after it gets colder and another snowstorm comes in tomorrow. Dear God, Please turn off the snow, keep it for the skiers until April 12 then let us Texans have Spring, please. Thank you.

Hates it here

Hates it here

As you can see from above, Zoe is very frightened here and follows me around everywhere. I have not left her alone yet, she goes with me to the drycleaner, mailbox, grocery et al.

I didn’t get good photos this morning because of the snow but apparently we look over the 2002 Olympic ski jumping, luge (and other events) site, The Canyons, front side of Park City, and the bald mountain that is Deer Valley. Right now we can’t see a thing because of the snow.

Sorry, I couldn’t nix a 2nd pix of Zoe and don’t know the others until I see them published. Apparently we WordPress freebies only get one crack at a preview.

I’ve been unpacking boxes and have a few more to do so we can have a first semi-normal weekend in weeks. Financing our lives and a significant move without a paycheck for three months has taken a toll on both of us financially, emotionally and physically. Luckily the stock market is inching up, even though unemployment is extraordinarily high.

I’ve been looking for work around here but there are no prospects I’ve found so far. We’re about to be in the off-season, ski-wise so the young, fit kids will leave town and few will remain. Jobs and people.

What I’ve learned so far is that a lot of people have given up serious careers to do menial jobs up here just so they can ski. A lot of other people fly in and have huge ski-in, ski-out estates and they’re building more even in this economy. Others with second homes here are renting and selling off properties they can no longer afford.

We can walk to a movie theatre and shops. The preserve is right out back and I love looking at the ducks. I may go to their museum next week. I did meet an interesting young man with a 2/2 condo downtown who is thinking of going the “corporate housing” route and I think he’s a nice guy so will help him learn from our expertise living in Scotland, London, Orem and here.

Next thing you know I’ll be teaching cooking classes! Cheers! Dee

Internet, Finally

I’ve been tethering to a third cell phone and using Bluetooth to connect to my AT&T unlimited data usage minutes. Finally I can just flip on the monitor and am good to go. Yesterday was particularly painful as it was slower than dial-up and I couldn’t write anything. Who has time to write anyway?

It’s raining in the mountains, duh, we’re in the mountains. It just started raining here a couple of minutes ago. After the cable/modem guy came and Zoe was nutty for him (who knows, 20 years ago I may have been nutty too) so has finally slept.

Cable guy told me what I was seeing out our windows. We’re facing S/SW. I can’t take photos for you right now because I can’t even see the tops of the mountains. To the west is the Olympic Center from 2002 with ski jumps (yes I can see them from inside), luge and more. Right in front of us is The Canyons. Further West is the front side of Park City, and behind that the bald mountain is Deer Valley.

Tonight it’s ye olde spaghetti and meatballs. Tomorrow I’ve enough for mac and cheese and a nice salad. I’m making bacon and eggs for breakfast. With toast, Lemon Zinger tea and orange juice.

It’s so nice to have Internet on demand again. The ducks are taking their evening dip into the rivulets (not really streams but I’m no expert) and it’s really interesting to see them come and go. Now larger groups are arriving. It’s wonderful that this land went to the Preserve. I’m so interested that when I’m finished with boxes and taxes I may consider volunteering there or at the local animal shelter.

I found (online) Zoe’s frozen raw food less than a mile away, got one bag. I believe her dry food is only 2-3 miles away so that’s good. I can’t wait for Spring and Summer and Fall here. It’ll be gorgeous.

Please keep reading, commenting and cooking. I have to test the state of the cookware here, starting tonight with a simple meal, Jim’s favorite.

Cheers, Dee

p.s. Zoe and I did move in together on Monday but that was just because Jim was at work. When I re-read the post it looked like we may have separated, that is not the case. D