You know I’ve been out of Utah too long when....

I looked out the window this morning. Saw this:

And thought, “I’m not driving in THAT!” I actually considered whether the roads would be closed. No such luck. I braved the flakey frost and there was nothing particularly scary about it. No slips or slides. Just a typical commute to work. Boooo! I was hoping for a day off work .



Oh, and it's obviously garbage day, as you can see. Wow. I'm suddenly all self-conscious about the appearance of my front yard. Look at that scraggly bush in the lower left of the walkway that should've been pruned back in fall! Tsk tsk. Oh, but, hey, look across at my neighbor's yard. The purple house, not the white one. They've had that long rain gutter pipe sitting there for days, right in front of their front porch. What's up with that? And there appear to be other unidentifiable bits of yard debris strewn about. Ha! Well... this will have to be brought up at the next neighborhood association meeting! (Obviously, I'm kidding.)

I just love my neighbors. I love being a part of my neighborhood. I should do a specific piece here on my blog solely about my neighbors. First, I need to take some covert photos of them. Like of the tall, skinny, old guy down the street with the 3-foot long beard who walks out on his porch, coffee in hand, in just his tighty-whiteys, to bend over and pick up his morning newspaper. That would be an image worth sharing. Or maybe the written description is all you really need.