The Blues

First off, let me say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who offered advice for driving and living in snow. It was so interesting to get tips from as far away as Sweden, and as close as right here in SLC.

If any other tips come to mind later, just add them in on what ever post is up. I'll take all the help I can get!

Right now it is sunny outside, and the sky is quite blue, as are the mountains in the distance.

Some times blue is a lovely color. I myself am fond of the aqua shades of blue, the shade of blue that graces these lamps. They matched the carpeting in the house perfectly.

I just can't decide if I think the lamps are horrid, or very cool retro. One moment I like them, the next I don't.

That is pretty much how my whole life is right now...I seem to be unable to get a handle on much of anything.

And because of that, I find myself sinking into the blues.

Stress will do that to you. Even if you think you are just hunky dory, even though you pray and have faith, having so much change going on messes with your mind and emotions.

Making decision about anything becomes almost impossible. Buying a down coat, a house, a kind of cat food...all of it starts becoming very difficult.

As to the lamps, whether I do or don't like them doesn't really matter; the house they hung in was a serious no, and the over head lamps were not enough to make up for the rest.

This blue building is a good example of what life is like for me right now.

I stare at it, and think "Why did they build such a skinny high rise? That just doesn't make sense. I like that it is such a pretty shade of blue though."

Later I look at it again, and realize that actually the building is a triangle shape. Just going a few blocks towards it allows the rest of the building to come into view.

And then it also become apparent that the building isn't blue at at.

It is glass; and blue is just the reflection of the sky.

My mom remembers swimming off the Saltaire Palace as a child. I hear the building is still standing, but in terrible condition. I have to wonder why such a beautiful structure would not have been preserved.

The picture illustrates another enigma: The swimmers actually don't concern themselves with sinking; instead they struggle to push their feet down enough so that they can walk out of the water! Floating actually becomes an issue.

So confusing to think about.

This beautiful building...with a buffalo head for adornment. Curious. Why a buffalo head? Did they sell buffalo? What did the buffalo mean?

I don't know.

I do know the building was there when my grandfather lived here.

Today would have been his 104th birthday.

Today marks the 33 year since he left us.

Today we would have celebrated his service in WWI.

Three events to consider, each embedded on one calendar day.

Emotionally...it is confusing.

And I find myself teary again.

Sometimes I think the opposite of blue is gold.

Like this door...so huge and bright, powerful and strong.

It once led into a bank.

(You can still see the night deposit opening on the side of the building to the right)

I can imagine how secure people must have felt opening that door, and depositing their cash.

But what did that door look like to those people during the bank runs of the Great Depression?

Today it is the door to an architecture and engineering firm.

(Their sign is painted on one of the building's side windows.)

The banking hours are still engraved on the gold door though.

Unless you turned the corner and read the sign, you would never guess it wasn't actually a bank.

So here is how that skinny building looks from another view. How could anyone possibly know this just by looking at it from the first picture?

The building doesn't just disappear into the distance either.

It is there, and real.

You just have to be in the right place to get the right perspective to have it all make sense.

That's what I keep telling myself about all this house hunting and mind changing and government changing and all the other changing going on in my life.

Eventually...all this will have come merely to pass.

The confusion will pass...

Eventually all this will make sense.

Eventually blue will just be a color again.