You know how older people tend to talk about the weather a lot? Well, I guess I’m getting old…

Today was beautiful out — the sun was shining and the temp soared to 60 fantastic degrees. Granted, it was from within the confines of my office that I watched the afternoon sail by, but still! 60 degrees in January! tsk, tsk… Such a cruel trick.

The little girl and her dog across the street sit frozen in time and temperature. I feel kind of sorry for them… always stuck in the elements, as cruel or as beautiful as they can be. She sits in a sad place now; a bare bones park with knotty tree limbs and dead grass. Plus the Parks and Rec guys just installed an ugly-looking blue water fountain (why not green, boys?), so she now she has that to contend with as well. But worry not, Dorothy or whatever your name is, because we aren’t that far from spring. The days are already getting longer, the sun is setting later, and one more winter month is almost complete.

At Dorothy’s feet is the yellow brick road. Only, it’s not yellow and it’s really a little winding path. But it is the result of a wonderful neighborhood association project — and shows how Jeremy and I intend to put down roots in the South Salt Creek area. See there? That’s our brick. Pretty cool, huh?

(I am so NOT a web person! Let me just say that a simple blog entry turns quite ugly when a word-lover such as myself needs to figure out 3/4 of 450. Yes, this may be simple arithmetic for some of you. But for me, the biggest moron ever to take Discrete Math in high school, it burned many a brain cell. Not to mention my troubles with HTML’s vspaces and hspaces and border widths…)