Pioneer Day

It seems that each Pioneer Day I find myself doing something ironic.  Once I bought a washing machine, which seems like a slap in the face to those poor pioneers.  This year we wandered around a nice manicured garden in Salt Lake City.  (Another guilt-ridden thing to do considering what I imagine the Salt Lake valley actually looked like when the pioneers arrived.)  Oh well.  Maybe the pioneers aren't the jealous type.  Or maybe they are relieved they're not alive these days for many other reasons, although I can't think of any.

Anyway, we had a good time this weekend despite a terrible cold I am battling.  (You see, pioneers?  Life is still hard!) Sadly this prevented me from planning anything remotely pioneer/patriotic-ish.  No fireworks, no barbecue, no parade.  I'm feeling more of an allegiance to Michigan than to Utah these days anyway (just work stuff, looooong sigh).  Maybe I will start celebrating Michigan's holidays.  Are there any?  All I could find on Detroit's website was that they have senior hip hop aerobics every Monday, which is obviously something I need to search for on Youtube.

Red Butte Gardens.  I'm surprised Scott didn't need sunglasses with the glare coming off of my legs.