Bad Farmington water . . .

Hi friends–I didn't want to be "that" person, the protester, and have been debating whether I should make a stink about this for over a year, but now my water stinks, so I guess it's time.  If you do Facebook, please like this page and forward to anyone you know in Farmington–
The city was told the well they dug by the park would be bad, then it was bad, so they just added more chemicals, built a nice well house and just started adding it to the supply in the last few weeks, and now our water is smelly, discolored and tastes awful.  They say, "Don't worry, we'll just increase the chemicals to mask the color and smell, but hey, it's safe."  Yum.
There's clean water on the other side of town and I even heard there was an offer to trade it for irrigation water so we could have another clean well–let me know if you have any details on that.  Not sure why they kept moving forward when all signs pointed to bad news, maybe just stubbornness and unwillingness to recognize it was a bad investment.  Still, the city seems to have ignored all the warning signs and simply wouldn't admit they made an expensive mistake.  Now we all have to pay the price.  
Now I see I should have been more involved 18 months ago.  Please forward along to other Farmingtonians, and let your City know you expect pure, not just chemically-made "safe" water, since it is ready available just a few miles away.   

Do You Think You’ve Been Robbed?

I got my annual chance yesterday to see my dear friend Lori. We talked much about how the Savior promised that in the world we would have tribulation. Yet all of us continually act shocked and wronged when things are hard or people let us down, despite thousands of years evidence that being human on earth will entail far more troubled than calm waters. 
She asked me to look up this quote and send it to her, and when I found it I realized I probably should read it every morning myself. 
President Gordon B. Hinckley:

Life is like that—ups and downs, a bump on the head, and a crack on the shins. It was ever thus. Hamlet went about crying, “To be or not to be,” but that didn’t solve any of his problems. There is something of a tendency among us to think that everything must be lovely and rosy and beautiful without realizing that even adversity has some sweet uses. One of my favorite newspaper columnists is Jenkin Lloyd Jones. In a recent article published in the News, he commented:

There seems to be a superstition among many thousands of our young who hold hands and smooch in the drive-ins that marriage is a cottage surrounded by perpetual hollyhocks, to which a perpetually young and handsome husband comes home to a perpetually young and ravishing wife. When the hollyhocks wither and boredom and bills appear, the divorce courts are jammed.

Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just ordinary people. Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration. Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. . . .

Life is like an old-time rail journey—delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.