I helped my good buddy Susman move into a new apartment this morning. From what he had described, I was expecting something good, but nothing would match up to what a killer place it really is. He is on the third floor of a condo tower with a knock-out balcony that faces east towards the Wasatch. From his position in the valley, that basically looks out over the Avenues (a neighborhood north of downtown pretty much on the benches of the mountains) towards University of Utah. To say the least that view is spectacular enough. The architects had those views in mind since the whole east side of the apartment is all windows.

Now as if this weren't enough, head up six four more floors and you get a roof-top pool and deck with one of the best shots of downtown and the valley that I've seen from someone's abode. I see that I am going to have to force him into throwing many a party up there.

I've started to wonder if I could handle living without a yard. I think for a place like that, I could.

You got to dig a day spent doing whatever the hell you please at the very moment you think of it. Some of those things include

1. scrubbing a long over-due tub
2. liking the smell of amonia
3. watching Orin Hatch prevaricate on C-Span
4. thinking about music
5. listening to the thunder
6. wondering why the sunflower in the front has bent its head down
7. shooting the basketball at the wall wishing you had a hoop
8. wanting coffee
9. wondering why in the hell you scrubbed the tub
10. wishing that a fishing license wasn't so damned expensive
11. deciding that building a shelf is a good idea
12. torturing yourself over a relationship long dead
13. wondering what she is doing now
14. slapping your forehead for being such a dickweed
15. swearing at the door knob that keeps coming off
16. remembering the time when you were 9 when you invented a new superhero who's power was the ability to appear out of nowhere and then disappear as quickly
17. remembering how, at the same age, you invented a game consisting of hitting a rubber wall against the house with intricate rules that you would like to remember but don't
18. walking the neighborhood with no destination in mind, but suddenly discovering one

"Warm sun pours over me... And you will dry this tear. And suddenly your in love wih everything."

You know it is kind of one of those pioneer kind of things.

1847. My great-grandfather who is 9 years old, arrives here in gold old, as it was to be called, Salt Lake City. 1847. Do you feel it in your fingers? Do you feel it in your toes?

Interuption.

How stupid are you?

How stupid are they?

I'd follow a person who said they had the truth even if I had just one leg.

How about you?

Oh yes. I'm really really druk.

I'ts Days of 47, afterall.

Car batteries are not the only things zapped by this scorching weather we've been experiencing in good old SLC as of late. It is getting close to a record number of days over 100 F, and has been setting record highs and record high low temperatures for a few weeks already. The cricket population has exploded, so at least we get music in the sauna. Now I will admit I've gotten used to the heat, but I think it has fried the nightmare circuit in my brain. I woke up 3 times last night with bad dreams. Now I'm always up for a good or bad dream, but it does get a bit annoying when you are awakened 3 fucking times by drowning, ninja attacks (I told you about my dream samurai sword that is by my bed, didn't I?)and being smothered but unable to fight back or wake up.

Now in general I would make nothing of this, but since it has heated up, the amount of dreaming has increased markedly, and the ratio of nightmares has shot up. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for a ninja adventure, but when you are the one with your head cut off, and consequently audibly shout, jump up and wake yourself up it wears a bit thin.