He not busy being born is busy dying.
–Bob Dylan

Not sure (actually, pretty sure there’s not) of any significance to today’s date, except to note that it only happens once in a century.

Enjoy!

Fall has arrived in full force, with almost-freezing temps every morning and jacket weather during the day. We had our first snow on October 7th, which was way too early for my tastes, but nothing since. Many of the trees are still green and fully-leafed, so I’m not sure what that means.

The weather patterns are disturbingly different year after year. We were still having snow in May this year and June was the rainiest month in my recollection. The Snowbird ski resort remained open for skiing until July 4th (probably not the best of skiing that late, but certainly an abundance of snow allowed bragging rights).

“Summer” lasted a scant 2-1/2 months and we reached 100 degrees F exactly once.

Beautiful and dramatic leaf colors changes in the mountains this fall probably stem from the abundance of precipitation.

I’m hoping that snow is scant at least until December, but won’t be surprised at any outcome.

A married LDS couple with whom we work invited us to the wedding reception of their son the other night.

Now, I want to note here that I am not a big fan of being asked to celebrate (e.g. contribute financially or gift wise or in most cases, even attend) something in which I can not legally partake. Also note that we had never actually met the couple, but I acquiesced to attending because I like and respect the parents.

Like any social being, I can show up and smile and make witticisms and be my normal charming self, but I personally begin to bristle when asked to swallow my pride and ignore the fact that my 23-year relationship would not only be unacknowledged by this particular group, it is essentially considered immoral, if not illegal by many of them.

We arrived at the evening gathering to the sight of what appeared to be an entire LDS ward plopped into the backyard: Small children, babies, older people, young couples, singles. A multi-million-dollar building overhead and industrial carpeting underfoot and we could have been in any LDS chapel in the world (except for the exceedingly “white and delightsome”-ness of the prevalent skin tones).

My honey always makes me do the writing whenever faced with a joint task, so I signed the guestbook, “At least yours is legal. Best wishes….”

I felt much better.

So a very pregnant co-worker squeezed down into a chair by me today and another co-worker mentioned how big she was.

She retorted, “Well, I’m still able to get twat-aerobics class twice a week”.

“What,” I asked, “Is twat-aerobics?” — as I envisioned some childbirth preparation course.

“Water aerobics,” she yelped, “Water aerobics!”

Thanks to a fellow traveler for the point to this and this.

Ok — finished and reviewed on Amazon.

If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have paradise in a few years.

Bertrand Russell
British author, mathematician, & philosopher (1872 – 1970)