It happens every year...

During the last half of March, we experienced some really nice weather. Well, for Utah in March, anyway. The sun would shine and the temperatures would reach the low-to-mid sixties. So, on Saturday, I came down with Spring Fever. I got all of my summer clothes out of storage, unpacked all my sandals, and prepared all the t-shirts, shorts, and capris for the laundry. I also began the process of packing up all my winter clothes for storage. We took our bikes to the bike shop to get tune-ups and make some repairs. That evening, we dug some T-bone steaks out of the freezer to thaw, so Clint could throw them on the grill for Sunday dinner. When laying out our church clothes that night, I chose a summery dress and sandals. Oh yeah, Spring Fever had hit hard.

This is what we woke up to the next morning:

Mother Nature can be so cruel. I should have known better. This happens every year. We get teased with some beautiful weather, then Winter comes back with a surprise punch. Shucks, we even got snowed on on our wedding day, which was at the end of April. So, I had to dig out some warmer clothes to wear to church that day.

It continued to sprinkle snow all day, then oddly turned to rain late that night. Unfortunately, the temperatures dipped below freezing that night, freezing the rain to the roads. So, the next day, the icy conditions were so bad, that they completely closed down University Parkway (a major 6-lane road connecting Orem and Provo.) In the ten years that I've lived in this valley, I've never seen them close that road.

The ice also damaged some power lines in the area, so we went without power from 8 am to 4 in the afternoon. What that meant to me was I had 8 hours during which I had a valid excuse not to do dishes, laundry, or vacuuming. At first, I enjoyed my reprieve, but the mess soon started driving me nuts. I was a little sad about the computer not working for 8 hours, but I was thrilled that the TV wouldn't work. It only strengthened the temptation I often feel to give it to DI.

So, all you Arizonans, just enjoy your pool parties and air conditioners.