I had the idea for someone to fly airplanes around the bubble that is surrounding SLC, Ogden, and Provo and any where else with the nasty air, and pop the bubble. It seems to me like it would work! Either that or get some big fans to blow all the pollution out. Having the worse air in the nation is just sad.
And so here are my two cents on it all.
This air is bad. I got sick... what..... ok maybe it was only a week ago, but it was the kind of sick that shouldn't have lasted for as long as it did. And I still kinda have it. Why? I'm pretty sure it's because of the inversion. When it cleared out today after the storm, it was like I drank the elixir of life (also known as Country Time Strawberry Lemonaid) and was healed. My lungs are still trying to clean out the damage that was done, but I'm on my way to recovery.
The depressing thing is that unless something changes, the gross will come back.
For all of you who don't live in Utah, the pollution number (or something) for good, normal, healthy air is 32. Utah's air over the last week has been in the 130s. It's causing people in the hospital to die sooner than normal. It's causing women to miscarry and babies to be born prematurely. And it's causing me to get sick and not get better and to feel like I stood in a Vegas casino for a few hours every time I go out to get something from my car.
So what can we do to change?
I am the epitome of lazy. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but really. I'm lazy. If I'm trying to fall asleep but can't because I'm freezing cold, I usually just suffer because I don't want to get up to get a blanket. Joe has been an enabler, we've noticed, especially while we were in Arizona. I'd say that I wanted something, and my mom would tell me to get it myself, but Joe would hop up before she finished to get it for me.
I let children beat the crap out of me in preschool because sometimes I'm just too tired to jump up and shout "TICKLE MONSTER RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
It's especially hard in the winter, because I suffer from seasonal affective disorder, and motivation is hard to find when the sun wakes up after I do and goes before before I do. Well before.
The point of sharing that all with you is to let you know that if *I* can do what I'm about to suggest, you can too.
So what is it, Lara?
GASP. Can that be? Is it...? It... yes. Yes it is. A bus pass. Lara Jean Smith of Salt Lake City, Utah, a student and faculty of the University of Utah has been caught using a bus pass.
This wasn't such a big deal last year. I did it all the time. And then my parents glued some wheels to a bit of tin foil and called it a car, and I started using it. And got hooked. The thought of the bus made me shudder. Gross. How many people sit in those chairs? Why is that guy staring at me? What's that sound the bus driver keeps making?
However, lately, there have been pretty severe storms, and the tin foil car won't hold its own in weather like that. So I've been forced to ride the bus.
I live a long ways from work. I walked home in a snow storm after missing the bus one time, and it took over an hour. It's a long ways.
But I rode the bus home today, and it took all of 20 minutes. That's about how long it takes me to drive! Except I was able to read my book during that time! (Crossed, the book that comes after Matched. It's really good.)
And what about school? It takes me 45 minutes to walk to school, and 30 minutes to walk home (since it's downhill.)
And mind you, I leave my house at 6:45am. So it's cold. It's dark. And I'm tired.
But I do it. and so can you.
This air is a real problem.
I'm thinking that now the bus thing should become a habit. Maybe even in the summer when it's nice out! Because it's nice, actually.
Lots of people have sat on the chairs. Who knows. Maybe Abe Lincoln did. You could be sitting where someone famous sat.
That guy keeps staring at you. Maybe he's going to follow you home and murder you in your sleep, or maybe he's just happy to see a young person saving the environment. It's probably the former, but you'll never know unless you take that chance!
The sound the bus driver keeps making? He's clearing his throat. Of the damage that has been done to it. Clearing it, and setting it free. So some day, he can burst into song while driving.
I don't know about you, but that sounds like a world I want to live in.
So, in conclusion....
1. I am lazy. If I can do this, you can.
2. Turns out, it's not that bad to ride the bus. It's kinda relaxing.
3. If I go missing, it was because of that guy on the bus. Let me say that again. It was that guy on the bus. Don't forget that. If the police ask.