Category Archives: Utah

Moose Update

Moose

They walked about 15 feet from our window today. I had to call the wildlife photographer (for the folks whose preserve the moose are currently in) to tell her. From a network of neighbors who also live along the Preserve we know that they’ve been here at least since this morning; what we thought were mother and one year-old (they live with Mom for two years) are probably two juveniles; and we know for certain that a large moose was killed on the Interstate the other night.

I’ll be in touch with the Preserve people tomorrow, as they were closed tonight. What magnificent creatures they are! I only hope they can live on their own at this stage of life. Right now they’re in a fenced preserve (with a fence they could jump but that may mean the highway and being run over by a semi) with food and water and no real predators. If you were a fox would you try to bring down a 1,000 pound moose?

I do know that the cranes haven’t been seen at all today, but it was a hot day and I closed the shades to keep it cool in here for several hours. They probably haven’t left the preserve, because I don’t believe their “colts” are able to fly just yet.

Life in the wild is interesting. Glad I bought a cowboy hat and have some sturdy boots, no, not cowboy boots, just rain and snow boots. Cheers! Dee

Moose!

Yes, a mama and her year-old “baby” were out on the Preserve just a bit ago, a rare sight indeed. The danger is that they have to jump the fence at some point and may be hit on the highways. But I invited the photographer for the local Preserve up to our deck to get some shots from above. She promised to send me a photo.

I had binoculars and we caught them foraging near a stream, sitting down some of the time. They’re almost black with lighter brown on top. Magnificent animals. I love living on a nature preserve! Cheers, Dee

We Do Jewelry

I’m concerned that a lot of our neighborhood is unoccupied and it looks as if many stores aren’t even here yet and the ones that are, are not making ends meet.

So after a year of living here I visited several stores down the street and asked how they’re doing. I’m not a shopper at all but managed to purchase a few things along the way.

Some told me that a sunny day is a good day. Those are few and far between this June. I found an old-fashioned three-speed girl’s bicycle that’s brown with flowers on it. Even the tires have flowers as the tracks. I’ve no-where to put it but it’s gorgeous and I’d love to take it out on the path every day. No, Zoe, you can’t come until I learn to ride a bike again and you learn to not pull me everywhere!

Everyone was nice and at the last place I told them what I wanted, to learn beadwork for a certain project and asked for a private class to do so. Both people there were on their cell phones constantly, which is irritating to me as a customer. I was told that I’d have to talk to the owner about a class.

The owner finally got off the phone and the clerk asked her about beading. She said: “We make jewelry, not embellishments to fabric.” I asked if I could get a class on beading and she repeated her mantra. If her husband is in charge of “selling” our town to local businesses and residents, his wife could use a class in dealing with customers. I’ll teach it, for free.

These local business owners must not need money, and owning a shop may be just an expensive hobby. That may make one person happy, yippee! But for a customer shopping in these tony digs, locals are treated like dirt. That’s why we don’t shop here unless there is one certain thing (an esoteric math puzzle from the toy store) we need. I thought about helping them, but have definitely changed my mind.

You know that educational mantra, “publish or perish,” and I say be customer-friendly and sell something, lest you perish. These people don’t seem to care. They do jewelry. Dee

ps The good part is that I got a Beatles’ DVD “All Together Now” and “clapton unplugged” both on sale from a place that no longer honors the Local Card, which started this rant.

Missing

Yes, I’ve gone missing. That’s what being a host, cook, maid, laundress, activity director and chauffeur does when guests are in town. Jim’s mom and our nephew (age 7.5) are in town and it’s been a fun and exhausting week.

I’ve joined them on some journeys and let them go on others on their own. I think everyone’s had a good and exhausting time. We bought our nephew a few little things, a book, yo yo and a game, UNO.

Some of my favorite times are hanging out around here and playing UNO or singing Beatles songs on Rock Band. Yes, we stood up in front of open windows and played “Eight Days a Week.”

My husband pitched in with a scenic tour on Saturday and we did the open air market on Sunday in frigid temperatures. What I hope will be a successful visit when they leave early in the morning is if Jim’s mother got some needed nature, views and mostly relaxation from her normal duties at home. We hope our nephew leaves with a sense that he has family here, and his aunt and uncle are going to hold him to the same high expectations that his parents and grandparents have for him.

Last time I played UNO was in college. The guys took over guitar and drums so I was left with voice and blew them all away. No, I’m not American Idol material, believe me. I don’t know what they score on but it’s probably tonal with added points for keeping up with the beat.

More to write. Sorry for missing a few posts, but I was busy and glad to be with the company we had. Cheers, Dee

Fire and Ice

We’re being bombarded with lightning and thunder and have dire warnings of hail. The skies are troubled and we’re glad to have both cars garaged. It is a spectacular sight that I look forward to seeing upstairs in a moment.

Right now I can tell you that we are safe and against all odds, our modem is still working (it usually peters out if there’s a cloud in the way) but will sign off now. There’s much coming this way in terms of weather and family in the next couple of days.

Jim and Zoe are home safe from their brief walk, both of them ran to the door when the storm hit and are upstairs drying off. Big lightning, like the end of one of Pyro Paula’s fireworks displays (she does Freedom Over TX) in Houston.

Take care now, we’re turning in for the evening and will watch our natural mountain fireworks. Cheers. Dee

Home + Delivery

We’re home after only a long weekend and so much has changed! The grasses are taller, the trees budding and flowers starting to bloom. It says something about where we live that we don’t leave often and when we do, no matter the adventure, we are always glad to get home.

The weather is beautiful. It rained last night and threatened today but we awakened to blue skies and an absolutely gorgeous morning. It was probably in the 60′s today.

The fish was back on our counter when we arrived, having been taken care of by a kind neighbor. He’s a betta with a coffee theme, after the language my husband often codes in, Java. He’s in a coffee pot and is named Mocha Joe, or MoJo for short. He was meant for the office but Jim doesn’t want to clean the water at work so he’s my fish, so much for the surprise for the new office!

The dog, Zoe, was very well-adjusted after her sojourn with a colleague of Jim’s for the weekend. She had human companionship that is so important to her and to us for her. She was happy to see us but not freaky happy like after being at the kennel or a vet.

We had to get the dog 25 miles from home, drop off Jim to drive his car home from work and then when Zoe and I started up the mountain I was thinking of what to make for dinner (it was 6:00 p.m.) and what I needed for breakfast this morning. I ended up buying a crusty loaf of rosemary bread, sliced emmenthaler cheese and herbed roasted and sliced turkey. Plus kettle chips. Then I remembered: DELIVERY!

Yesterday morning I finalized my order so first thing today I had fresh juice, milk, bread, bacon, sausage and eggs. So when you arrive home tired from a trip, it pays to have a weekly food delivery in place. Today all I did was several loads of laundry and unpacking.

There’s much more to do tomorrow as we have a work function on Friday and I need to plan for guests for a week beginning a week from today. Menus, cooking, cleaning, snow tire removal, and much more. Back to the daily grind and more! It’s Spring. Time to plant herbs and tomatoes. Cheers, Dee

Dear Birder,

Yes, you, who told me that glossy ibis do not exist in Utah. I found out about them from photographs at a Utah State Park. This morning I counted 29, about fifty feet from my living room. I couldn’t get a good photo because of no telephoto lens, no sun to show their gorgeous iridescence, and it’s snowing like mad.

They’ve moved a few hundred feet further away now but are still finding yummy-ness in the muddy ground they’re sharing with a solitary Sandhill crane.

Nature folks and birders here confirm their existence. Come see for yourself! Cheers, Dee

Four Girls Four

This girl group (I should say ladies’ group) was composed of Rosemary Clooney, Rose Marie, Helen O’Connell and Margaret Whiting.

They were fantastic singing classic big band and other songs, and I was lucky to see them in the early 1980′s at Chautauqua. Tonight I’m surrounded by Two Guys Two, my husband and a work pal are here, for the weekend for skiing (not my Jim). I’m working on dishes and while they set up a movie, they start into total work mode and start talking tech.

In the midst of the work conversation and had settled on a movie, I broke in and told them I’d been to a seminar this past week. We learned that while the Greater Sandhill Cranes mated for life, one guy asked why the male bird had to show his feathers for the gal every year. I said it was like dinner and a movie. Most people laughed.

While we’ve been together over eight years (seven married) it’s always interesting to meet fellow colleagues. Yes. it is always better to have other guys, gals/wives around for a social event. At home, taking care of weekend guests, it’s different.

It’s always a treat to have guests here, we wouldn’t have had an extra bedroom except to have people visit us in this gorgeous location. Several folks have and it’s always good to see them, cook for them, and see them off.

Now there are folks who want to kick us off this place and we don’t want to leave. What I hate more is that someone who sees me regularly on a public route with my dog on a leash (when his is not) goes home and has wife send a letter saying we’re not allowed to have a dog.

This morning I picked up a beer can that had been buried in the snow and put it in the trash, my dear husband shoveled the trail himself after he got home from work yesterday, and now I’m wondering why we’re such bad neighbors. After all, our dog is six now and we’ve had her six years so why are we supposed to get rid of her to pay a fortune for a lovely home that we care for diligently, and are recognized as great neighbors.

It would be nice to just have a break, to be recognized for being good neighbors and not be ostracized by one couple for having a friendly, special needs dog who does nothing to hurt anyone. Hope y’all are having a good weekend. We enjoyed our long drive today! Cheers, Dee

O Canada

Our home and native land….

Yes, my mother came from Canada and had a Green Card here for 50 years. She’s gone now but family abides in Canada and nearby and everyone loves the Olympics. We happen to be living where the 2002 Olympics resided and are keeping our eyes out on Vancouver.

Apparently Lindsey Vonn is a neighbor of ours who is using cheese (topfer) to help heal her shin. Let’s hope Lindsey and our other neighbor Shaun White do well in the Olympics.

My godfather/Uncle Don had the honor of carrying the Olympic Torch prior to the Calgary Games. I salute all the athletes, thank Canada and Vancouver for hosting the Games, and wish everyone the best. OK, I’m from the USA so will shout a little bit louder there.

As a nation, we’ve spent a lot of time walling off one neighbor, Mexico. We’ve ignored our Northern neighbor, Canada, for far too long. It’s as if we’re such good friends that we forget about Canada because it doesn’t pose a threat to our borders.

We’ve been engaged to Canada for many years. While I don’t have inside info on what Canadians think of the US right now I believe we pay Canada no mind. It seems we like to be involved with Iraq and Afghanistan but ignore our kindly neighbors to the North.

For me, I hope the weather allows for a good and fair Olympics. Kudos for taking on this monumental challenge and we look forward to visiting Vancouver and sacred places nearby where my mother has been memorialized in future years. Cheers, Dee

Lost

I wrote an entire piece for you with recipe ideas, everything, and it was lost. I continued an earlier post and went to post it and my kind host made me sign in and everything was lost! I’ll try to reconstruct over the next couple of days because there was some good stuff in there for you.

Beef Carbonnade with traditional Pappardelle noodles; and a chicken liver mousse that is softened by onions, apples, brandy and cream cheese. I just looked up a recipe on epicurious for duck ragu that will go with the prepared egg pappardelle I found at the specialty grocery.

Not that there’s a competition going on, but when my neighbor brings over a plate of cookies or other treats, I return it in kind. So I got gorgeous cookies today and responded in kind with a bowl of chicken pate. It was a joy to spend much of the day exploring new territory on an eastward drive we’ve never taken, even though we were splashed by every semi going the opposite way.

Then I got to spend several hours in the kitchen making stew and pate. I love to have a fire going, look at the mountains and figure out what to cook. Lately, now that Sundance is over, it’ll be easier to find a place to live. Someone here doesn’t like the fact that we have a dog. They like our dog. Their dog likes our dog. But every time we see them there’s a complaint lodged against us because we have a well-behaved, now (I just decided this is her birthday) six years old. Happy Birthday Zoe! We got her March 12 and instead of being 8 wks she was only six. So I don’t want her to have to compete with Punxatawny Phil tomorrow.

It’s interesting that some of the places have been on the market forever, always for a reason. Two properties look promising, I’m steering clear of the places that advertise regular moose sightings because moose hate dogs and kick them to death. Yes, Ms. City Gal is talking about moose properties. What has become of me? I’ve got to tell you what my dear husband tells all the recruiters that call him: “this is the prettiest place I’ve ever lived.”

I’ve lived in a number of pretty and interesting places but this, with the mountains and wildlife, is rich. And I’m going to learn to make a proper Texas chili (taking it from Lady Bird Johnson’s White House recipe) and maybe even cassoulet before the weather warms up in May.

What did you make this weekend? Are you helping a friend out? Write in and let everyone know.

I’m sending out a dedication today to Wynk, a horse saved from the slaughterhouse by Val, our cousin and our dog Zoe’s hip surgeon, only to become a dedicated endurance-race riding horse. It appears he died of a heart attack in the stable overnight, in old age. Godspeed, Wynk, and cheers to all reading this blog today. Dee