Dear Friends and Neighbors and Former Blog Readers: The Curmudgeonly Professor has survived, barely, the traumas of making the transition from the summer sunshine of southern Utah to the cold, windy, capricious spring climate of the frigid north. Many crises were confronted in making this transition, which should be a warning to all snowbirds. First was boxing up and hauling back all of the books I hauled south and never got around to reading. Then we had to disconnect and reconnect televisions and computers. Several dozen change of address cards were mailed out knowing in advance that some percentage of them would never be looked at, and some percentage would be recorded incorrectly and require two or three more phone calls and postcards. Next we loaded up everything in our car which is a total pain. Next we have a list of about two thousand items that need checked off before we go, such as make sure we got the computer cords and plugs, something I have overlooked before, to my enjoyment and astonishment. By the time we got to Cedar, my wife asked me, "Did you turn off the water softener?" Unfortunately, our meticulous efforts failed on that one.
After loading up, my wife looked at the right rear tire and said, "I believe that tire is about flat." So off we went to Big O tires a couple of blocks away, fortunately, where a leak was located under the place where the tire weights were attached. Highly annoying, but less so than if we were out in the wilderness along I-15. Once on I-15, our only worry was getting around the mass exodus of RV's and "fifth-wheelers" migrating back to Canada to ensure that Canadians don't lose their wonderful health insurance by living one more day in the U.S.A. than allowable under the rules. Gas prices accelerated from about $3.50 in St. George to $3.67 in Beaver. I could ascertain no discernible movements toward accelerated urban growth in the central Utah towns of Beaver, Fillmore, and Nephi, even though the Fillmore newspaper is named the "Fillmore Progress", or some such. I usually ask the girls at the cash register where we stop in Fillmore what progress has been made in their home town, to which they merely snort and roll their eyes. Not that living in one of these little towns would be a bad thing and, in fact, may work out fairly well since one can blog from one place on earth just as well as from any other place. The main problem would be that the nearest Costco and Wal*Mart stores would be several hours away.
I have merely begun the saga of the northward migration and must stop here since I forgot how much hard work it is to think up stuff and type it into a blog which people wonder why they wasted their precious time reading except for the fact that they likely wouldn't be doing anything else anyway or they wouldn't be looking at the blog in the first place. To be continued.