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Show Okay, now everybody hum along..... "Grey skies falling on" me, nothing but grey skies do I see." Weather is such a mood adjuster.... In October and November, days on end with no sign of sun, are cause for great rejoicing. The snowy veiled promise of a white Christmas is enough to make most of us delighted to bundle up and scrape off the car. Snow on sidewalks in November is reason enough to dawdle along and drag one's feet in a playful way. But in March, in mid-March after months of scraping off the car and blowing one's nose, on trudging along the unshoveled sidewalks, the damn white stuff is a drag. On Saturday there shone a glimmer of hope, but I think Father Carley would take credit for that. The sun showing it's true color (green) came out to shine on the annual St. Patrick's Day Parade in Salt Lake. Father Carley in his perfect Irish brogue (it helps that he is a native of Ireland and not Utah) was the perfect commentator for the two hour parade. There were green dogs and green beards and green hats, all as a part of the festivities, but as usual Park City Irish were not to be outdone. The parishioners of St. Mary's arrived and rode in the parade in a green bus. And as the Irish of Utah marched along under their family names, few would know the humor of the Crosby Clan. Oh, Ron and Georgine Crosby did just fine carrying the banner but unless there are some unexplained leprechauns in the woodpile, I wonder how Carroll Horton, Val Thurnell, and Ski Team Director Inez Aimee are related to Ron and Georgine. Luck of the Irish, I would say.... Back in Park City people were sweeping off their driveways and hunting in their backyards for signs of emerging crocus. I counted no less than eight couples out for an afternoon stroll on my quiet street. I was inspired to clean the kitchen, rearrange the family room and dust off my sewing machine in anticipation of creating wonderous light, thin, spring things. Sunday took care of all that energy.... Sunday came in with a drip. The sky was once again grey and so was my mood. The Sunday paper, the Sunday dishes, and the week's laundry remained untouched all day. Who can be motivated when the weather outside practically dictates a fire and a good book? Grey skies again on Monday, and then grey skies again on Tuesday, have me considering out-patient service at a mental health clinic. Or at least a trip to Arizona, or Florida. Okay, so maybe St. George, but at least out of here. And Blair, the first adult voice I hear each morning, (my husband does not utter audible sounds until noon) Blair tells us Monday morning that the weather all week will be "unsettled." Unsettling, I would venture to say. Grey, moody, weather. Yuck. But Tuesday night a number of Park City folks shed the moody weather and crawled down into the Down Under to help Max Jarman celebrate his 30th birthday. Max is one of those people who might have been 30 before, in a Mark Twain lifestyle long ago. Thirty candles on the cake did not send fire marshal Heb Johnson down to inspect but rather a number of unrelated folks to join in song. Max and wife, Susan, bought enough drinks for friends to insure a gang hangover come Wednesday. Keep calendars free for other Parkites celebrating the big Three 0 this spring. Susan Jarman, Demie Milliken, and Rick Brough all say they are getting better (as oppos;d to older) this year.... As for the rest of the week, I plan to see if there are any new swimsuits on display at the Elizabeth Shoppe. That is a test. The thought of laying in the sun on the back deck in a new suit must overcome the digust of the pasty white cellulite that will try the suit on. And as my daughter pointed out in her disgust of the grey weather, "Who wants a white Easter, anyway!" That, of course, strikes a vein with me. I hope the rest of the week brings bright colors; blue skies, green grass, yellow daffodils, but no more red noses.... |