Wednesday, February 12, 2025

It’s the Little Things


This is the time of Trumpian Entropy, Utah’s Laughable Legislature, Deer Valley and Dakotan Development, and Park City's popularity pivot points, where all the world seems to be heading towards its most random and chaotic existence (like all things tend, thermodynamically), complete with potential war, depression, deportations, developer authoritarianism and a billionaire oligarchy. I find comfort in the little things in life.  It is raining in February and thirty degrees above average, ten above the records and the skiing sucks.  Spring runoff has already started early so It is much too muddy to walk the dog.  The pickle ball courts are packed beyond imagination due to anomalous scheduling priorities, so I have time to share my small joys, triumphs and my satisfying sense of place. 

I am sitting at my desk, safe and warm and dry, in the morning sun that melts my heart and soul.  My laptop, house, heat, hot tub, car and bike are powered from panels on the roof despite the trees, clouds and snow (optimally).  No coal, oil or gas is needed (theoretically).  I’m dinking a coffee that appears perfectly at the press of a button while I eat a bagel born appropriately from NYC water and fittingly baked locally, like me.  Think globally but shop locally.  I wear my favorite clean pullover and lined pants, thanks to the e-washer and dryer that uses mountain spring water and delivers it back to the river after it is miraculously cleaned.  I can watch last night’s hockey game and see the puck on the giant, Smarter than me, TV in the other room where my dog sleeps on a heated bed and my wife knits by the fire.  Life is good.

We installed a fancy microwave oven below our new designer-slate kitchen counter and accidentally drilled a hole in the back of the refrigerator to plug it in, but we opened up tons of priceless counter space. This location is key since despite all our efforts we have never been able to move our parties out of the kitchen.  On the bright side, we measured once and cut twice to adjust the old cabinet doors that fit so perfectly that the soothing sound of their precision closing is music to my ears. 

Friends and family send me pictures, notes and messages on my phone that I can choose to ignore and reference at a later time.  In the background, my computer is transcribing dozens of instructional videos for me while Ai summarizes and critiques them for work while it plays my favorite songs on the house stereo, remembering where it left off every time I turn it on. There is peace in my neck of the woods, on Gods little half acre.

The windows and doors have been repaired and replaced to keep the cold out and the heat in, or vice-versa in the summer, (how do it know).  The surrounding trees allow the winter sun in and the summer sun out and the morning coolness precludes the need for air conditioning for now, since those morning temps have gone up an astonishing 10 degrees in 50 years.  Even though the Federal Infrastructure and Climate bills have funded a third of my improvements with tax credits, we will not be able to slow these local and global temperatures trends if we Drill Baby Drill.  We will have to adapt resiliently to maintain any semblance of sustainability. 

In the garage is an electric mower with a leaf and snowblower since in this new world without immigrants we will have to vacuum our own houses and clean our own toilets, rake our own leaves, cut our own grass and blow our own snow.   The work involved in that can be classified as exercise and the instant visual gratification of that is comforting.  In our modern delusional world, if our lawns and driveways are clean, then all must be right with the planet.  Our compartmentalization of reality into small, manageable segments we can comprehend is a blessing, for if we could ever comprehend the sum-total of the world’s reality, we would never stop crying.

So, take credence in the little things that make you happy when all else is falling apart.  We are lucky.  That doesn’t mean we should not resist and rage against the machine, to stop the insanity, limit growth, pay living wages and provide affordable housing.  We should not be afraid to stand up for what is right and for the other people who haven’t found their place yet in this topsy-turvy town, let alone this crazy chaotic world.


Don’t let it bring you down, its only castles burning.

Find someplace that’s yearning, and you will come around.        


Keep Park City Cool, Keep Park City Kind.         


 Matthew Lindon.  Snyderville Utah

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