Good morning, Utah.
I woke up to a thump...
Heather fell out of the bed. It was 7:45, a lie-in
for the kids, and I felt like I should be well-rested. I then realised that,
taking the time difference into consideration, it was only 6:45. Ah,
well.
The day started with a phone call
from my father-in-law. Canadian customs won't release our stuff - the power of
attorney letter is meaningless. They're going to off-load the truck and put
everything in a bonded warehouse until we get there. It's expensive. This news
sent my wife into a tailspin, an almost daily event these days seeing as this
move has been full of hiccups and unforeseen complications. Personally, I don't
really care about it. Yes, it's outrageously expensive. (We found out
yesterday that we're going to owe the moving company an additional $7,200 US.)
Yes, it's massively inconvenient... but all of this is inevitable, isn't it?
You just have to suck it up and do it... get through it, and get on with your
life.
So my wife told me this morning
that St. George is the former home of Brigham Young. That's somehow fitting in
a way - he lead a group of people from the east coast to settle in the "promised
land". Of course, that promised land was Utah, not Canada, and he was leading a
cult, not his family, after his buddy, Joe Smith, had been killed in Illinois.
Still, I like the idea of new beginnings... new beginnings and multiple wives,
too. That's kind of a cool idea.
So the
forecast for Logan, in the very north of Utah, is a high of 24 and a low of 0.
Pretty cold. I guess I can pack up my shorts and
flip-flops.
We're off to breakfast and
then hitting the road.
Posted: Mon - December
12, 2005 at 09:20 AM