After the Sunday Morning Sacrament, which ended up being celebrated twice on Saturday, there was breakfast at the Manitou Pancake and Steakhouse. Just have to say that the eggs are giving me agita and I think I want to take some time off from visiting this fine establishment.
The rest of the day was spent reading on the back porch. In fact the height of excitement came from a single ice cube.
Spot and I went for a walk. Part of her constitutional requires her to walk three to four feet then lay down in every convenient patch of shade. When we turn onto Weber and walk northward it ends up being a stretch of concrete subject to the cruel rays of Earth's sun.
When we reached the meth clinic I thought it'd be cute to walk down their driveway and have Spot squeeze through the fence into the backyard. She took two steps onto the asphalt, yowled and hissed while yanking back on her lovely pink harness. Being a thoughtful houseape I scooped Spot into my arms and brought her back indoors. I kept checking her paws to make sure they weren't hurt or had any molten asphalt on them.
No it wasn't hot enough to melt asphalt but Spot is very important and I want to make sure she has the best.
Minutes later I came upstairs with an ice cube to rub on her paws. She wasn't too keen on that and went back downstairs to the cool dankness of my apartment.
For those of you who suffer in the eastern realms which are possessed by the demon known as humidity won't believe me. Out in the high country of Colorado the concept of shade actually works. Staying out of direct sunlight can actually be cooler! Unlike places like New Jersey or the godforsaken deep south where humidity can reach quadruple digits, streets become choked with the corpses of children and the elderly and the sewers run thick with their dehydrated blood.
Of course being in direct sunlight, especially at this altitude, is madness. So I put the ice cube on a sunny part of the patio and watched as it melted away forming a tiny, temporary pool of water. We stared at it. I mentioned that we must be really bored if watching ice melt is the height of entertainment. My companion stated watching grass grow is far worse.
Anyway my imagination got the best of me. I imagined ants holding discussions over the strange ice formation, how to take advantage of it as a resource. Over the course of a day they'd erect a vast magnifying glass only to discover the ice was completely gone upon completion of the construction project. Deeming the piece of ice as inexhaustible and realizing there is no more. And so forth.
Last night I dreamt that we signed on to get training in the National Guard.
FOr some reason.
Corrected text 7/30/07 10:49 a.m.
I dreamed that there was a car falling from the sky. In my dream, I had to get myself and Jaybird out of the path of the car before it hit us or we would get squashed. He was protesting that it was fine, don't worry, no need to get all excited about it but I nonethelss managed by sheer bodily force to drag him out from under the car and we were OK. At this point, I woke up and discovered that I had pulled Jay off of the bed on top of me and we were both lying on the floor next to my side of the bed, because I had been so immersed in my dream that I actually pulled us "out of the way of the car", ie off the bed, in my sleep - despite his vigorous protests and reassurances.
