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Show A-14 The Park Record LETS Prfv* /Uv0f CHILD ABUSE! THE FIFTH ANNUAL BUILDING BALANCE CHARITY GOLF TOURNAMENT • MAY 24, 2010 The Park City Board of REALTORS0 Philanthropic Foundation and Affiliate Members present the Fifth Annual Building Balance Charity Golf Tburnament, May 24, 2010 at The Jeremy Golf and Country Club. All proceeds go directly to The Children's Justice Center Summit and Wasatch Counties. The mission of the Children's Justice Center (CJC) is to provide a comfortable, child-friendly atmosphere for children to receive coordinated services during a child abuse investigation. The CJC conducts one taped interview and involves law enforcement, child protection services and mental health professionals so that the child does not have to go through the process multiple times which can be very traumatic. The CJC is also striving to educate communities to recognize child abuse and report it. Abuse can happen in any community to any child. 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Call 435-649-4112 for more information. Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, May 22-25, 2010 MORE DOGS ON MAIN Spring hopes eternal Spring is having a hard time of it this year. It's been cold, wet, and muddy for far too long. My house suffers a little bit from the Daly Avenue syndrome - the canyon narrows, the angle changes, and the end result is that the sun doesn't hit quite as directly as it does in other areas at the same altitude. The grass is up to a green fuzz, but hardly real grass. Even a mile or so down the road, where the valley opens up, I've noticed a couple of people have actually mowed their lawns. At my house, it would be hard to cut any grass with a razor. Just yesterday, the aspen trees in my yard budded out enough that there is a hint of green, on the ends of the branches. There isn't a leaf half the size of a dime anywhere yet, but it will come. There are tulips in Kamas. Fruit trees are blossoming in Coalville. Heber is a rich spring green. And Salt Lake is just plain gorgeous this time of year. Salt Lake puts up with that dismal smog cloud all winter, and is uncomfortably hot by July. But you can't beat Salt Lake in May. We should be so lucky. It's supposed to snow again this weekend. I got out for a quick bike ride last week on one of the few warm, sunny days. It felt good, and I would like to have ridden longer. There's a certain relief with the seasonal transition when everything seems to work properly. I'm a firm believer in the theory that sports gear will heal itself over the off-season. When my bike went into the deep recesses of the garage last fall, there were a couple of things that were driving me nuts and needed to be adjusted or replaced. The plan was to get to them over By Tom Clyde the winter. Instead, a miracle it will be 80 degrees and dry happened, and whatever the as a bone. I'll wish I could problems were, they are turn the irrigation on, but gone. won't be able to unless I get It's not just the bike. By caught up on the ditch cleanthe end of the ski season, one ing and get the main canal knee was complaining a little. ready to go. There were still I didn't know what the first huge snow drifts blocking the bike ride would do to it. It canal last weekend, I need felt fine, or at least didn't just a few warm, dry days to make any more noise than it get it all ready. did skiing. It actually felt Summer will eventually pretty good. The conversion come, even if we skip over from skiing to biking wakes spring. up a different set of muscles. It's very quiet around I always worry that I've com- town this time of year. pletely lost my wind over the Anybody who can has escaped, and run away for a month in Florida or a weekend in Zion. For those of us left behind to deal with the mud and snow in, late May, Salt Lake puts up with that the mood is a little prickly. dismal smog cloud all winYou can only hide under the covers for so long before you ter, and is uncomfortably have to go out and face a hot by July. But you can't snowy May. The frustration with the weather manifests beat Salt Lake in May. We itself in strange and unfair should be so lucky. It's supways. It certainly isn't the posed to snow again this fault of the checker at the grocery store that the dogs weekend. bring in about a ton of dirt every day. The UPS guy thought he was doing me a big favor driving a heavy winter, but even that seemed package right to the house, instead of leaving it out at the to be pretty solid. usual spot on the paved road. The wet weather has me way behind on work on the He didn't mean to leave ruts ranch. I hired some guys from in the road that are swallowthe ski resorts to help with ing up the Volkswagen. Have the fencing. W got a lot done a nice day and all that. and had a good time doing it. If, by some misfortune, we Some of it was pretty bad. had some terrible crime spree and I ended up spending erupt on Main Street, the more time on a couple of defense would be that it was places than planned, and ran May in Park City, and the out of money before running jury would nod knowingly out of fence. I think that's the and vote to acquit. universal taw of farming. I wouldn't know what to do if I Tom Clyde served as Park City ever got caught up. While the attorney in the 1980s and is (he fencing is ok, the field work is author of ''More Dogs On way behind. It's too muddy to Main Street. " He has been a get out there with equipment columnist at The Park Record most of the time. One of for more than 20 years. these days we'll wake up and 44 SUNDAY IN THE PARK Diggin in the dirt 0? Varian Medical Systems saves a healthy $166,000 in energy costs annually. Reducing expenses and overhead costs are vital to every business in today's economy. Our Fin Answer* Express and Energy FinAnswer0 programs offer cash incentives to help your company upgrade to energy-efficient lighting, heating/cooling and other equipment - and save on bills now and for years to come. For more information on how Rocky Mountain Power can help your facility, please visit wattsmart.com and submit an online inquiry, call I -800-222-4335 or contact a participating vendor. Vanon Medical Systems has received a total ofmors than $22^.000 in Rocky Mountain Power incentives [or lighting, heating/cooling and other upgrades. Their efficiency projects are alto saving more than 3.2 million kilowatt-hours of electricity. Pictured above are ion Hansen, Rocky Mountain Power customer and community manager, and Doug Carlisle, Varian Medical Systems facilities and services manager. \ ROCKY MOUNTAIN POWER Let's turn the answers on. I think I know myself pretty well. But, I must confess, I recently learned something unexpected about myself. Surprising. Shocking, even. I am a Dirty Girl. My husband is, of course, delighted. I swear, I never knew. But, now that I've unleashed my inner Dirty Girl, there's no going back. What, you may wonder, was the key to unlocking this mystery? Landscaping gloves. Let's rewind. I'm a girly girl. REALLY girly. I had a wedding birthday party when I was four. I have more handbags than pieces of flatware. I'm more comfortable in a ball gown than blue jeans. Although my fingernails are rarely polished, they are usually a respectable, girly length, scrubbed, buffed and clean. Under no circumstance do I tolerate dirt under them. This last winter, Tim and I bought our first house, in Cottonwood Heights. We first saw it midway through October, and moved in at the end of November. The yard was overgrown and winterready - leafless trees, deadlooking grass, you get the picture. We spent the first few cold months working on the interior - decorating, painting, sorting through endless boxes. During the last two months, as we've enjoyed hiccups of warmth, it has been an everchanging treasure, as we come home to surprises in the yard almost every day. Bulbs have bloomed (tulips, daffodils, iris and hyacinth), and we've seen flowers on the fruit trees (we knew about the pear, two types of apple, cherry and plum - but we've been surprised with a crabapple, an additional cherry, what we think is another plum, and a walnut). Of course, we've seen plenty of unwelcome growth as well. There's a bounty of dandelions, some mysteriously tall grass patches, and about fourteen thousand saplings. We think they're cottonwood. Or scrub oak. Whatever they are, By Jenny Knaak they're everywhere. In an effort to turn our over-grown wild jungle into a manicured well-mannered manor, we've been weeding, raking, and pulling. That is to say, Tim has been weeding, raking, and pulling. I tried to pull a few of those saplings out. They're about as big around as a coffee stirrer and a foot tall at best, but they're pretty stubborn about being liberated from the ground - three invading treelings into the project and I capitulated. I hurt. My soft, moisturized hands were torn up, and because I had to dig a 44 / am a Dirty GirL My husband is, of course, delighted. I swear, I never knew. But, now that I've unleashed my inner Dirty Girl, there's no going back. like the scrapes and scratches that had surrendered me to the indoors earlier in the week. I headed to the backyard, to my true, secret target: the rose garden. I pulled a few wet weeds. My hands stayed dry. I moved a few rocks - by putting my gloved hands in the dirt, under the rocks. My hands still felt clean. I trimmed some debris from around the base of one of the thorny bushes. My hands were free from puncture wounds. Like the sequence needed for a combination lock - right to the first setting (dry), left to the second (clean), right, two times past the third (no wounds). Click - my inner Dirty Girl was unchained. Apparently, she's been smoldering under the surface for some time, just waiting for the right moment (and landscaping gloves) to ignite. Turns out, I love digging in the dirt. I was filling my third wheelbarrow of scraps and we were rounding the corner from dusk into night when the boys finally dragged me inside. I took my gloves off. My hands were nice and soft, free of marks, wounds and dirt. I poured a glass of wine, put the chicken magnets on the fridge, and rubbed some shea-butter hand cream over my slightly sore fingers. Tim smiled at me. I think he knew all along he would one day free her from shackles. The gloves have been joined by a trowel and pruning shears. I've removed years worth of overgrowth, two layers of weed barrier fabric, some random pockets of bark, and displaced more than a few earthworms. But the rose garden has been reshaped. I'm working toward flagstones and mulch. With gloves securely fastened, this recently liberated Dirty Girl can be found excavating earth qn most sunny days, especially sunny Sundays in the Park. bit to overpower one, there was dirt under my nails. Yuck. I returned to my indoor kingdom, Noticing my lack of assistance outside, Tim walked in and asked, "What happened to you?" I showed him my battle wounds and dirty nail beds. He nodded thoughtfully. A few days later, I received landscaping gloves, along with a bottle of wine, some sheabutter hand cream, and some chicken magnets (those really didn't have anything to do with anything, but apparently my son insisted). My husband - he knew. He understood. He saw my desire to be part of the landscaping adventure, and recognized my inability to allow my soft, supple hands to become dirty calloused tools. I put the gloves on, and headed outside. I test-pulled a sapling. The sueded grip of the gloves seized the skinny, toothpick sized growth with confidence - there was no slip at all Jenny Knaak. guest columas I pulled it out of the earth. ^nist, is the daughter of Teri My hand didnt hurt. Nowhere Orr, the customary author of on my palm did I feel anything "SunBay in The Park. " |
