Spring Forward, Jump Ahead…

It’s that time again: Spring Forward: Daylight Savings?

The constant questions carry on about whether or not Utah should follow every other state across the country in regards to participating in Daylight Savings. Every couple of weeks before our clocks strike the date that we should spring forward or jump ahead, the same old questions are asked. Why? What are we gaining. And the answer is always the same, “An hour of daylight benefits the businessman, the students, and even the farmer.” Great! But has anyone asked one of them? I did. A student and a farmer. Those driving to and from work can simply slip on a pair of sun glasses, put down their phones, and pay attention.

Okay. So, lets ask a farmer. According to one farmer, he understood that it had to do with the dampness of the morning dew. “An hour earlier, the dew is still light drops on the grain, an hour later, the dew has been dried by the sun. Once the fields are dry, you cut your grain. You don’t want the fields to be wet. That makes the straw, grains, or hay, damp and it will mildew inside the bale. Sure, in the early years, that might have been the case, but the machines used for baling crops have changed. The same is said for the way farmers water their crops.” As for the milk cows. The farmer said he didn’t think they cared about the sun or daylight savings. “If a cow needs to be milked, doesn’t matter the time, or sun, milk it.”

The students that walk to school, according to a middle grader, “doesn’t matter. I still end up walking in the darkness. Sometimes, like if it’s getting ready to storm. It doesn’t matter what time it is. The sun isn’t out. It’s dark and people still don’t look. How come I lose an hour of sleep and they still don’t see us walking?”

Drivers should benefit from the change. I notice right before the hour change that the sun is hammering me square in the eyes. That’s when we lift our sunglasses and put them on. One small injury to a child will live with you for the rest of your life. So, should we ride the Daylight Savings coattails? I’m one little retired person – what do I know?

Doree Anderson

It’s a Beautiful Sight

Alta Ski Resort, Alta Utah Photographer IzLa Motte Skier Megan McJames

On February 13, 2021, Utah’s ski resorts started seeing some of the best snow the year graciously dumped our way!

During the months of December and January, the machines were working at every ski resort in the Wasatch Mountain Range. Frantically working to provide them with enough ‘snow’ to build up the meager amount of ‘real’ snow barely covering the ground on the ski runs. Hoping that the resorts could finally open up to the public. Masked of course. Which, please… who isn’t wearing something over their face, as they’re whipping down a mountain into freezing weather. Around thirty degrees of water that just happens to be whipping directing at them. Yep, they’re masked.

But, the ever elusive snow continued to refuse Utah those white crystals. Left some in Las Vegas, St. George, Seattle, even Arizona , but neglected to drop by the Salt Lake Region. Park City, Deer Valley, Alta, Brighton, Canyons, etc. They all felt the squeeze of 2020 like a reoccurring nightmare. Hotels were getting those terrifying phone calls, daily. “Ah, yah. I’ve got a reservation for like, Friday. But, do have any snow yet?” “No, huh, ah, I’m going to need to postpone or yeah, cancel that.” 2021 became a continuation of 2020 November / December. So everyday, the words of the weatherman, disappointed resort owners, skiers and ski boarders, with reports of, “there’s another front coming in, but it looks like it will be missing us, or it’s working it’s way down, or it’s going to miss the higher elevations. Or, we’ll be getting rain instead anything snow…

People were turning off the TV. Worrying and wondering when… when would they see the snow, the piles of shoveled, piled, dirty, sloshy, slushy, “When will spring arrive,” snow. Well, drum role. That cute old rodent, that fat furry pot bellied mole from Michigan and Philadelphia, yah, him; the ground hog. I believe he saw his shadow. Which, correct me, but I believe it means, that there is six more weeks until spring. In Utah that’s when our fabulous SNOW melt begins, because IT BE SNOWING in Utah. At the time of the picture above, 31 inches fell in one night. Get out your skies, the roads are closed due to avalanches, but give it a while, our plows will clear it, and open the roads, “ya all are welcome to enjoy the snow, again.”

Welcome to the greatest snow,

Doree Anderson

An Observation with Exclamation

I gave it a week,

Might I say it was sweet,

Then I loosened the knot,

And wham, I fell to my knees,

I cried out, “Quick, I need a repeat!”

I blew it. I embraced it.

I gave my heart at the start of the year,

Day 1 through 7th, not a scratch, not a tear.

On the 8th day, it happened,

My world crumbled, it all fell apart,

My computer crashed,

“No,” I yelled out, “Dude, it’s too soon,

I need a new start. What am I gonna do?”

The words ricocheted throughout the room.

Is this a glimpse into another year of doom?

The pandemic kept me in lock down,

I occupied my time writing until I was spent.

Now, encased on a dead hard drive

I can’t recover any of those documents?

Well… I’m just not ready, oh no, there is no way

I’m accepting this roller coaster ride for another day.

With a new computer and soon a vaccine

I’m taking on this year by its ring a ding, a ding, ding, a ding, ..a ding,.. ding ..ding

And that’s the way I see it;

Doree Anderson

Let’s talk ‘New Year’ … Commit to It

I always like to think that when the New Year puts in her first appearance at 12:01 a.m, I’m ready. I’ve got my slickers on, coat, hat, and gloves. As I stand beneath a star filled, black-canvas night, in anticipation for the majestic bursts of bright blue, yellow, red, green, and white colored light as we welcome another year into our lives.

I’m rearing to go. Lickety split, that’il do the trick, it’s time we get to say hello to 2021.

It’s all new. No dust, no fingerprints, nothing to ruin it yet. Hopefully, we’ve all spent the last couple of days writing down the four goals that we want to accomplish during the upcoming years. (I say four because I like to make a huge goal for each quarter of the year)

This year, we begin again. Wipe the board clean and take out your organization paper. Brainstorm on what things you wish to accomplish and when, then copy it down, organize, document and when we call down the seconds, we’re set it all to begin.

If you’re going to lose weight, admit it. You want to do a new project, commit. Want to write a book, start it. Check out a new job, apply for it. This is your time. Instead of talking about it, here’s your chance to step off the sidewalk and hit the road. I’m going to.

I have committed to writing, editing, completing, and publishing a book this year… not self but, (and here’s the nail biter) the good old-fashioned way. I’m going to give it the agented way.  Let’s just say, that’s what’s under Goal for the fourth quarter.

Okay, one two three

Happy New Years Eve, 2020-21

Doree Anderson

2020 Bye Bye

As the years pile on, the thrill slips away. I find my eagerness toward holidays wane. People need power cords or batteries. A zap of energy would work for me.

In earlier years, I loved to decorator. When we had a holiday coming round, I’d break out the boxes or take a quick trip to the closest hobby store. By the way, it’s also a great time for a good cleaning. When the red, white, and blue is replaced with back to school, remember to rearrange the furniture too. I’ve learned, the hard way, that a wayward plastic spider found roaming the floor around Thanksgiving isn’t fun.

I loved that feeling of joy going from Halloween to Thanksgiving, to Christmas.

And then a new year arrives with eagerness. January is a decoration free, wiped down, squeaky clean beginning. A new start with a list of goals and trips to make.

2020 Began exactly as it should. February was good. March had a whole unique plan… No, oh no, from here the world went kaput.

So, from here on out… I am demanding a synopsis. A little idea on what’s coming around the corner each month. Thank you… please. No COVID-19, no earthquake, or hundred miles an-hour winds that knock over the neighbor’s trees against our house.   

I spent a couple of days boxing up the few Thanksgiving decorations and bring down the Christmas decorations. Halloween was a bust. Fall wasn’t much, and I didn’t know how much of Christmas I cared to display. After grinching a moment, I’m happy to say, the stockings are up; the lights are lit, and we welcome Santa to play. I have bulbs on my tree, and a present or three, I’m ready for Christmas day.

Have a Healthy and Safe Holiday Season!

Doree Anderson

It’s December 1st… Are you ready?

2020 is coming to an end… Only 30 more days!

We’ve missed so much ‘together time’ with our family and friends this year, that I know I’ll be utilizing Christmas Cards as a special way to reach out and say “Hi.” How are you and yours doing this trying Covid year.” Let’s kick this 2020 out of the way. Cards are a great way to put a hand out and say, “We’ve been thinking of you!”

I’ve removed everything Halloween, Pumpkins, Autumn, and Thanksgiving from the mantle and the shelves. I re-boxed them up and even taken them down the stairs. I returned upstairs and plopped down on the couch. Yep, it all looks so nice and clean. And then I watch the Television. This commercial comes on about a woman setting down a couple of pairs of shades and telling her husband she bought them today for Christmas and he shows her what he bought that day, a red car and a black truck. The wife takes the truck the husband wanted. And then it hits me. Duh, when those boxes go downstairs, you take the next holiday boxes upstairs with you. It’s another holiday that I’ve accumulated an assortment of knickknacks and ornaments. And score! This one also comes with a tree to use floor space that I don’t have. No worries, I still manage anyway.

So, with all the boxes sitting around me, I thought I’d take a break and write out my Christmas cards. If I don’t do it now, I might accidentally re-box them and then I’ll end up forgetting them until December 2021 and I’m really anxious to get 2020 over with. And we all Need A Little Christmas Cheer, especially this year!

Happy Decorating

Doree

Thanks For Giving

This is the time of year when we sit around the table and give thanks to everyone and everything that we appreciate and lift a glass of cheer. But not this year!

This year, we are all praying for a shot. A perfect cure for the biggest crisis that this world has ever endured.  Even wars haven’t taken on the whole globe like this stupid sickness has. Whoever it is we are to accuse, bat, technician, or the cute little turkey in the picture on the left, we all need to wear a mask, keep our six foot of distance and remember to keep our hands clean. Easily the three most important things to do. Do It. These citizens who think that they are being violated need to get the heads out from under the rock. Ignorance doesn’t pass you by. You can and will cause others to die. And frankly if it were up to me, I’d (I’m sorry but) spit in their eye.

If someone tells me that I’m offending them for wearing a mask, they deserve my irritation. I have every right to protect myself and my family. If they hate their own kids, and elderly, that is their too bad.

This is the time to take care of the elderly, the poor, the hungry by giving and if that means simply wear a mask, then do it.

Doree

Happy Thanksgiving

It’s the Fourth of July

Is it okay to say I love this country? Is it allowed for me to admit that I am a white, born and raised American female. Is it acceptable that I admit that I never lived in a house that owned, discriminated or treated any other race differently than myself?

That said, I will admit that I am mad about the defacing of my country. The destruction that others are pouring on the history of the land that represents all that I am.

History… the whole series of past events connected with someone or something.

Without history, you have no present. Tearing it down doesn’t make it go away. It happened, give the world a break. African Americans, if you want to be treated with the same respect of Americans, perhaps you might want to drop the ‘African.’ You demand through that alone to separate yourselves from every country, frankly. You became slaves, not because of America, but because the tribes in Africa sold you to Americans and placed you into slavery. Quit blaming us.

The Jewish have the right to condemn, protest and scream for the recognition that their countrymen were put through during the Holocaust. Innocent men, women, and children were killed, poisoned and put through genocide to their demise. Yet, they aren’t rioting on the streets of their country, breaking down and burning buildings, stealing and beating or killing others. They aren’t demanding citizens refer to them as Black Lives Matter and go so far as to paint the words in huge yellow letters on public streets. Jewish people show themselves as mature human beings. I’m saddened by the traits that some of our black’s demonstrate. ‘Jews Lives Matter’ especially after what they have suffered at the hands of a vicious man.

No single life matters anymore than anyone else. EVERY LIFE MATTERS. A HEART BEATS A LIFE EXISTS AND THAT LIFE MATTERS. PERIOD!

Today is our country’s date of celebration. Our founding fathers signed the constitution of the United States. We pledge allegiance to the flag for the republic for which it stands. One nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.

Doree L Anderson

Corvid-19 A Whole New World

Required face gear

One morning, in the month of March,

 As I eagerly dressed for school,

My Mom stopped at my door and sadly said,

“I’m sorry, but our world has proved a fool,

So for the unseen future everything is closed

Including business, stores, and schools.”

“It’s a weekday, what has changed?” I asked.

Besides my mom, who’s now deranged.

Our world was accidently exposed to

A Pandemic and death toles that constantly grows.

Schools are locked down until further advised

The world’s quarantined and her people, terrorized.

I’m a teenager, I’ll never survive

I’m made for this world, outdoors, not inside.

You can’t lock me away. I’ve got to shine

Pandemic? Say what, color me blind

How can this happen, with science and all?

We slept on the job and This Pandemic is our downfall.

Doree Anderson