In the quiet suburbia that makes up most of Utah, trains are only for three kinds of individuals: the homeless, the student, and the event-goer. The latter is due to the lack of public parking, both in the valley and in Salt Lake proper. Parking lots do exist, but for the larger events like Jazz…
Author: plumeriaflower7
Brief Encounter – Part 1
I met the most beautiful girl on the train. We locked eyes, had a moment […] Then we did that romantic thing where we never see each other again. Joel Dommett (British comedian) At one point in American culture, trains were a commonplace component of everyday life. Following the French and Indian wars, railway transportation…
Home for the Holidaze: Halloween Edition
At any given time this week, you could find me watching tv at the side of an extremely handsome, buff, and German boytoy. And by boytoy, I mean hound dog. And by hound dog, no, I do not in this instance mean a metaphor for men; I mean an actual hound dog – German pointer…
Un Américain Errant (Part 3)
[S]he was going to live forever, or die in the attempt. -Joseph Heller, Catch-22 I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste…
Un Américain Errant (Part 2)
A day view from the cliff, overlooking the beautiful scenery underneath. Blacksas, Sweden So there I was: butt-ass naked in the middle of the woods. Let’s back up a bit. Now, contrary to what volunteering at a rural Sweden workstay may sound like, I am not the naked drum circle type of girl, nor a…
Un Américain Errant (Part 1)
Lehi, Utah – Tuesday, September 26, 2023 I tug at the sleeve of my navy cardigan. It’s far too large and long for my arms, but warming in the chill of the examination room. It was the closest room available, and as soon as I’d asked my boss for a private moment alone to talk,…
Days 27 – 28 – The Power of Patient Things
Soderala, Sweden Thursday – July 13 The hoe struck the earth, digging into the damp soil with heated anger. Marianne may not be a bit obnoxious, but Willoughby leaving her like that? No one deserves that, especially an Austen character.In order to deal with the seemingly endless fields of weeds to be yanked and potatoes…
Days 24 and 25 (and 26) – Meet me at the Lake
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday – July 10 -12 Soderala, Sweden The sun was high, the lake waters lapped gently at the sandy shore. Victor had taken his rightful place as DJ for the day out to the lake, blasting classics on our corner of the small yet nice beach. I was lounging on the sand,…
Explanations and Excuses. . .
Once upon a time, this blog’s live logs were meticulously and consistently updated more or less in good time. Two major things have happened, which have greatly impeded my timely work here: 1)The Bluehost suite has had issues with the SSL, issues they have said they rectified, but have not allowed access for my readers…
Days 23 – Activating Compassion
Sunday July 9 There was a distance between you and Ia misunderstanding once but nowwe look it in the eye Rascal Flatts, “Life is a Highway” She had a long night. From the bed and breakfast’s whirlwind welcome to the critic from across the cape, Joey had dealt with pretty much every disaster under the…