The days and months seem irrelevant now, looking into a future controlled not by humans but by a germ that has touched the entire world and devastated lives.
A glance at Main Street on Monday, or at the entrance to Arches National Park, is evidence that our visitors don’t want to believe there is a pandemic that could sicken themselves and kill others. Moab has always been a place for escape. That’s why many people choose to live here, and it’s what attracts so many others to leave the maddening crowds of their own homes in Denver, Salt Lake, Aspen, Paris and Tokyo, even if it’s just for vacation.
Local officials have dodged the painful decision to implement extremely cautious regulations to guard against the spread of coronavirus in southeastern Utah.
Time. It’s perhaps the single biggest ruler of our lives. It determines how and when we go places, attend appointments and celebrate birthdays. Try as we might to manipulate it, most of us want more hours in the day.
Utah Gov. Gary Herbert and his pals in the legislature might have saved themselves some time and respect if they had listened to folks’ concerns about tax reform before they plunged headlong into a plan of action that was created in a vacuum.
I got an early peek at the creative packaging the Utah Health Department used on its new batch of condoms distributed to various public and nonprofit health clinics throughout the state. I chuckled at the bright colors and edgy slogans that poked fun at our oft-times backward-thinking state, thinking that perhaps these prophylactics would more likely be used than others that said Trojan.
We all struggle with having to take time out of our lives when we’d rather be doing something else.
We’ve all been warned about what’s in the fine print when it comes to contracts. I’m reckoning with this fact in the wake of a power outage and resulting electrical surge that caused several thousand dollars worth of damage to the solar power generating system on my house.
Who is Gabe Woytek? Aside from being the newest member of the Grand County Council, I don’t know much about this person. I’m sure he’s a great guy, having served as a VISTA volunteer in Moab and then moved on to work for the nonprofit Youth Garden Project organization, both of which exist due to public funds and private donations.
The only decorative plants that grow with much gusto in my yard are some tall, fountain-type grasses that have managed to spread wherever they can find an emitter on the drip system.
Those of us who live with modern conveniences (most of us) often find ourselves at the mercy of utility companies.
My mom has endured a long slog since she suffered a stroke in early October and was life-flighted to Salt Lake City. She has been worked over pretty thoroughly by the University of Utah Hospital, with a first stop in intensive care, then on to rehab. But last week, Adrien told her various medical specialists that she’d had enough of their needling, and that she wanted, in no uncertain terms, to come home.