For an inland place with no ocean, Wyoming doesn't look half bad.
One of my adult language students from when I volunteer taught uptown is graduating from an accounting program today. Her family is in the Dominican Republic, and she's invited my wife and I to attend in their place. So we'll spend a few hours in a hockey arena watching a ceremony. It's not my idea of a good time, but it's part of the price of being a person.
Finding your way in a new country, a new culture and a new climate has to be really hard. My own ancestors must have had moments - escaping the Great Hunger in Ireland and ending up in an inhospitable, cold land, moving to the city and European colonial culture from Labrador, going from London to Bare Need and Harbour Grace Newfoundland, or coming to Canada after the end of slavery in the US. I can't imagine what arriving in the US as a slave to be sold must have been like. There are so many stories that will never be told.
So I become a minor actor in another person's movie for a morning. This woman has guts to do what she did changing her life like this. Plus, you can never have too many friends who don't need their fingers and toes to count.
A good thing with this is our heat wave has broken, after one day. It got to 28 yesterday, with high humidity, and was not pleasant. Today, we're back to normal - sunny and 20c with a nice breeze off the deep blue sea Wyoming should have. I started to make some acrylic yarn spawning mops for the killies this morning, but the dog really wanted to help and her skills lie elsewhere.
So I'll polish my head and go off to this thing.