Monday, July 20, 2009
Living in the City Can be Demanding
Well I'd love to post some pictures of what Ava and I have been doing while we've been settling into city living but through an unfortunate accident my computer screen is dead. Well, not dead, but sick. So I am blogging from my husband's Mac and can't seem to get my pictures from my camera to this computer. The last time I used a Mac, they were called Macintosh Apples and I was in first grade.
First of all I really love the neighborhood we are in. The old houses are beautiful and the gardens are lovely. This area reminds me of the area around the Logan Temple.
Secondly I've been honked at more times driving here than all the times combined in Cache Valley. These people are out for blood. Admittedly driving in the city is something new for me. I wish I could put a sign in the window that reads Hick Driver in Training but then I'd be getting hassled more than I already am.
Places we've been since moving here: IKEA, West Valley City *shudder*, Liberty Park, Barbacoa, and the piece de resistance: The Salt Lake City Public Library. I could live at the library. It's wonderful. The glass elevators really freak me out though and I'm not sure the speed at which they move is really necessary. I keep picturing my leg or half of Ava's body stuck in the doors because of the speed at which those elevator doors close and shoot you up. I wanted to pin a medal on a couple of mothers and their strollers for daring to maneuver those strollers in there and not worrying about getting smashed in the doors. The underground parking is also kind of creepy. Please, if anybody goes there regularly tell me if the parking is safe. Is there anywhere else I can park? All my city violence paranoid fantasies start breathing down my neck when Ava and I had to ascend the stairs to get to the ground level.
Liberty Park is a blast and Ava has wanted to go every day since we've been here. Last week we were on vacation and Brig was left here to fend for himself. He rode his bike to Liberty Park and said there was a man sun bathing in a thong in a folding chair. Sweet. I was sorry I missed that!
When I figure out this computer I will post some of the pics I took around town.
First of all I really love the neighborhood we are in. The old houses are beautiful and the gardens are lovely. This area reminds me of the area around the Logan Temple.
Secondly I've been honked at more times driving here than all the times combined in Cache Valley. These people are out for blood. Admittedly driving in the city is something new for me. I wish I could put a sign in the window that reads Hick Driver in Training but then I'd be getting hassled more than I already am.
Places we've been since moving here: IKEA, West Valley City *shudder*, Liberty Park, Barbacoa, and the piece de resistance: The Salt Lake City Public Library. I could live at the library. It's wonderful. The glass elevators really freak me out though and I'm not sure the speed at which they move is really necessary. I keep picturing my leg or half of Ava's body stuck in the doors because of the speed at which those elevator doors close and shoot you up. I wanted to pin a medal on a couple of mothers and their strollers for daring to maneuver those strollers in there and not worrying about getting smashed in the doors. The underground parking is also kind of creepy. Please, if anybody goes there regularly tell me if the parking is safe. Is there anywhere else I can park? All my city violence paranoid fantasies start breathing down my neck when Ava and I had to ascend the stairs to get to the ground level.
Liberty Park is a blast and Ava has wanted to go every day since we've been here. Last week we were on vacation and Brig was left here to fend for himself. He rode his bike to Liberty Park and said there was a man sun bathing in a thong in a folding chair. Sweet. I was sorry I missed that!
When I figure out this computer I will post some of the pics I took around town.
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