I Like To Blog, and Here Is Why…

Why do we blog? I read a friend’s blog this morning and she was answering the same questions. And I’m going to agree with her. She, like myself, is a writer. We blog because we #1) enjoy writing, #2) believe that we have something that is interesting to say and #3) we have a place to do it!

I like to blog as a way to express myself. On this blog site, I concentrate on ‘whas’s up.’ Now that schools back, yeah** hoorah$% I’m eager to return to organized days where there’s a chance for structure. (I’m pretending that everyone is happy) And we are enjoying our friends being there with us again. 2020 blahhh. Although we still need to strongly watch our back… or should I say face. (Stay diligent and concerned with the Covid-19 strain returning and this new Delta spreading.) I really don’t want to be separated and quarantined again. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my own company, but even I get to be like old fish. I need fresh air and friends after three days.

It’s September! The hot days are slowly easing away. Can I get a ‘hey yeah’… I like this time of year because the trees turn colors, the air smells crispy and there is a brisk chill. Sweater weather, that’s what it’s called. Also have you noticed how the months zip by. 30 days in September and 30 days in November, right? Then there’s three major holidays in a row. Oops, four, I forgot about New Years. That’s next year, though. I’m not ready for that. Give me a minute. I’m still talking about Fall 🙂

Footballs back out on the field, shows are on tv again and so far the world is where it should be. Of course this is America and things around this place change fast and not always good. But, we pray at night, we wake up with a smile and we look forward… always look forward and we’ll enjoy our tomorrows. Yep, that’s why I blog, to just say isn’t this next season a fun one, with crisp leaves beneath our feet, fireplaces burning to provide more heat, (except here in Utah, they are not allowed due to our air quality) and costumes, pumpkins and trick or treat. I’ll be back before then. But have a nice and fine time writing about whas’up as you like.

Doree

The Eyes of July 4th / Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires

Happy 4th of July in Utah! Where one spark, one tiny piece of a lit firework, smoldering, can and will, ignite our drought devastated state to the ground. Happy 4th of July, Where the skies are filled with a haze
off the fumes from the fires leaving our mountains stained black and treeless. Welcome
4th of July, our eyes are watching you. Only you can prevent forest fires.

The last couple of years, the water distribution into Utah’s rivers and lakes have decrease substantially. Poor results from low snow fall and runoff levels, matter. The water levels in Lake Powell are low. Under 30 feet. The BOR (Bureau of Reclamation) due to revised water level projections, has recalculated and refiled. And determined it necessary to close the motor ramps. According to the Lake Powell Water Database, the levels are dangerous to boaters and can turn deadly to swimmers. The Great Salt Lake is also taking a very nasty beating with the drought. If you haven’t taken a walk out to almost the middle of the lake, you’re missing out on a wild trip. It is an exceptional learning experience. Years ago, Morton Salt had a salt factory out by the lake. Today, the Great Salt Lake has dropped nearly 50 percent. That’s horrible. But, I digress.

It’s not just the big lakes. Let’s look at the other bodies of water affected, the reservoirs that feed to the lakes. The entertaining hotspots if you would. At the damn sites, all’s okay, but further out, is coming in slowly. what used to span miles is inching in closer to the just the middle of the excavated deep damn. We’ll begin our fun spots at Deer Creek. The reservoir is low, at the damn site, itself the depth is 235 feet, located up Provo Canyon in Wasatch County, this reservoir feeds into Utah Lake. The Bureau of Reclamation constructed Echo Reservoir during the depression. It is off I-80 and under construction. Closed. The Strawberry Reservoir is deepest at 200 feet and is great for fishing and camping but leave the boat at home. Without a boat ramp, it’s bottoms into mud, beware. Flaming Gorge is a large lake and reservoir in Utah and Wyoming. The reservoir is in Wyoming at 6040 feet deep. Used mainly as a camping and fishing family spot. Well, maybe it extends but it’s puddles more than lake in the end. Jordanelle Reservoir is a beautiful swimming, water skiing, and fishing lake, up above Heber and Park City and is 220 feet is depth for fast deep fishing and a lot of super overnight stays in a great year, not this year. But, for a water get away, it does have water, but goes easy, it’s just about the only one. And then there are the smaller Reservoirs that are used to hold water for agriculture: Gunnison Reservoir and Delta which are used for irrigating. Unfortunately this year, just like Nine Mile, these are almost gone. Dried up, nothing left for the most part, to feed the cattle in the field or push water down the field water turns. Our once beautiful Yuba Lake flowed full and deep is nothing but a little pond. You can’t replace what is gone, evaporated and not replaced. Without the hand of God blessing my little state, there isn’t enough water to vacation, swim or irrigate. So please don’t celebrate-with fireworks.

Spare the air of ash and haze, keep us free of fire’s blaze. Don’t use fireworks. We have signs posted in our mountains, in our towns, and along our highways, no water, please don’t burn. Please people, for the sake of those living in a drought state, Don’t. Shoot. Off. Fireworks. Keep a bucket with water beside you all the while you are shooting off fireworks. Sparklers are lit matches. Please Refrain, Fires aren’t a game.

Happy 4th of July

Doree

Some Parents are Crying about Masks

Capturing the Pain Suffered from Wearing Face Masks. Parents are Concerned.

Isn’t it great? Everyone’s getting vaccinated. The world is getting back on their feet. Restaurants are opening their doors. Kids are back in school and finishing the school year like it in 2019 the way it used to. Graduations are going on again at Universities and Colleges. Yes! Toss that Cap and cry Hallelujah… You deserve it, so do it.

BUT Wait… we are only Getting There, Let’s Not Throw Everything Away. We’re getting there, we are not there, yet!!!

Gone would be one-hundred percent cured. It’s been cornered and we’re approaching it with a lasso, but we haven’t gotten the disease into a secure facility and locked up under key for good.

Yet, a group of parents (I use this word grudgingly) are whining because their little kids must wear masks in school, WHAA. Too sad. For you. Sit next to me without face covering and You’ll Hear it from me, Loud and Clear. You don’t deserve to decide how I live. I won’t give you that right. Go ahead, strike me.

To all the ungrateful parents that are a member of the “See My Smile,” group that acted like a bunch of ill-behaved baboons and rushed up on the members of the school board at a board meeting and were mad because you didn’t get your way. That is just too damn bad. The State Mandate declares: When In School, or any other group setting YOU ARE REQUIRED TO COVER YOUR FACE! Wear your masks.

Wear a mask. Put it on. It doesn’t hurt. No Pain. My child doesn’t care about your smile, they just want to know that you’re healthy, don’t have a cough and that people are more compassionate towards others.

Doree Anderson/ A masked parent and proud of it.

Charly A came to stay, and may he never leaves us…

Adopted on 3-29-21

This is Charly, he’s come to my home. Instead of this poor little fellow going to the Humane Society of Salt Lake, my husband and I paid an adoption fee. His previously adopted parents put him in the classified after only having him for a few months. His first family took him in as a pup but didn’t have the time for this sweet boy. The parents we got him from didn’t have time for him, so we brought him into our house. We have found in the last few days that the only time we spend with him is… we walk him in the morning, play tug-of-war for a little while when we get home. Feed him and let him sit with us as I write or my husband watches television and/or reads.

Around noon, we take him out for a nice long afternoon walk, play a little tug-of-war with a toy, give him a little attention, and then give him a treat for doing a good job on his walk. Before bed, he goes out and takes care of business, then he goes to bed. Wow, doesn’t feel like much of a hardship, but then maybe something so tiny and cute deserves to be showered with love and attention. We have noticed that he gets stand-offish and shakes severely around deep voices and big people. Barks and growls, it’s pretty sad. The day my daughter and I picked him up, the family we got him from didn’t know if Charly had had his shots. They hadn’t taken him in. So, I took him in and had the Humane Society start his shots from a pup. His hairs matted, so I’ve made him a haircut, shampoo, anal gland check, etc., appointment on their first opening and then he’ll get a Well Dog Check-up with a Veterinarian. I must admit it is so easy to fall in love with these darling little dogs. He is a full breed Papillion. About 8 pounds and small. They resemble a fox one minute and a gremlin the next. They are smart, easy to train, loyal and just plain adorable. Puppies are adorable, but adopting an older dog is easier…. believe me 🙂

H

D

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

Having Fun With Books

Howdy, I’ve been reading. You’d think I would, right. I mean I write, therefore I should read. And if I’ve read a few fun books, I should share those books with you. So, I shall:

First Book… by Sarah Mlynowski, Don’t Even Think About It. I found more opportunities to chuckle through this young adult book then I have in a while. The concept was really good. (Wish I had come up with it.) Especially in this time of pandemic. Her characters are true to their age and colorful. You’ll fall in love with them from page one. The circumstance is believable and she carries it all the way through to the end. And, no two students are a like, (a pet peeve of mine is to read a resemblance between kids that aren’t related). There is a follow up that I will be indulging in.

Second Book… by C.T. Walsh, Middle School Mayhem Down with the Dance, Austin is starting middle school. That in itself is the pits, but add an older brother who is ‘the man’ and you can begin digging the hole to dump poor Austin in. This older brother Derek, along with a mean principal have it in for Austin and torture him in all sorts of ways. Then there’s Sophie, a pretty little gal who Austin wants to win, and you introduce embarrassment on top of that and these days are just starting. Its a fun read for any kid of any grade. Mr. Walsh has nailed his middle grade characters, school and the life of a student on the head. This also has another book in a series.

Third & Fourth Books… by Sarah Mlynowski, Lauren Myracle, and Emily Jenkins, Upside Down Magic #1 and Upside Down Magic (Sticks and Stones) #2. This is a series of delightful Middle Grade books about a young girl who is working on her kitten shift into the realm of magic of which her family is a part of. Her first test into an elite school, she shifted into not one, but two animals so she didn’t get into the school she wanted. She’s attending another one where her duel animal shifts are allowed. Yet, she and her friends are practicing to overcome their tendencies to flub up uncontrolled shifts. Determination dictates that she retake and pass her admittance to get into the private school where her father is the director. These are cute and easy reads. Perfect books for young readers to enjoy. The characters pop out of the page with their wayward uncontrolled shifts. Each student has different forms of magic and run into unique complications in their control.

***I currently have my nose buried in The Essential Louise Hay Collection. I’ll give you a brief rundown when I’m through. When asked what my hobbies are, reading is always number one.

Take a few and open up a book or two and read. It’s a great way to enjoy a stay-cation.

Doree

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

Welcome to a whole New Year

It feels like a whole new year, this 2021. Maybe it’s my brain set. And that’s okay. I say whatever gets us through. If we can feel good about a date, I say jump on board. Grab that cord and wrap it, snag the end and brace yourself. Take that ride.

I’ve nailed my goals down. I am determined this year to get two polished to perfection books from beginning -to- edit to published. A middle grade and a young adult novel. I have even put money down on The Write Practice novel in a year program that takes you from idea, to layout, to edit with agents and editors, to publishing. I’ve named it my Get Your Bootie Super Glued to the Bottom of Your Chair. Spread your bottom, extend your pages program. Goal two) I will blog at least once every two weeks. Yes, I know, it will cause major migraines of insufferable pain just attempting to pull something from my tiny mind with tweezers to write, but I’ll find it. I’m sure. I bribe, I cry, I have temper tantrums down to an award-winning performance. Goal 3) Goodreads and I have signed a private contract. Something to do with reading 40 books this year. Oh, and they need to be both non fiction and fiction, and none of this all short stories. Nope, this year, we toss in some actual three or four hundred pages… I know! Right?

I wrote my resolutions in pencil at a specific time for the month of January. This is the 6:00 am exercise M,W,T,F, W1; M,T,T,F, W2, etc. Laundry, Cleaning, etc. I’ve gotten to know myself pretty well in the last 63 years and I pencil these resolutions in because of my tendency to promise myself I’ll stick with them, but things get switched around or dropped off the old calendar usually by month two. But then after a month or two down the road, I’ll recall how good I felt, and that I got through that first month. So maybe… and then I do, re-attempt these resolutions at least twice more during the year.

Here I am at the 3rd of January with a smile on my face, yeah. Join me for the rest of the year and see if we all make it to the end grinnin’, Okay?

Doree Anderson MG/YA Author/Humor

Writer who spreads love through a child’s’ giggles.

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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

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