Dog Days Heat Up

Gonna hafta research Dog Days. But it's been brutally hot here in Star Valley. The air conditioning is noisy and is killing whatever joy remains in my life. The only thing I have to look forward to is Muck Boots, the boot of choice among the hearty (hardy?). Check 'em out, new colors this year.

Something about the way the Aspen tree leaves glitter in the sunlight when there's a breeze. Never seen grass like this. First frost before the end of the month. 'Sposed to be ready for winter by Labor Day. Wanna be close to your ride; might have to dig to get there.

I feel truly alive. I have landline+DSL which is hog heaven compared to the RV lifestyle and make-believe wi-fi. Gotta come up with names for the gophers. Neighbor says he's been driving them my way.  They get a reprieve until next year.

Dreamt the old bar, the 'O', had been gutted and become lifeless, though full of expectant drunks. Should've known the 911 would be missing and the 'K' bike would be in parts, the Sled nowhere to be found. No ride. Christopher said what did I expect, he was only 16, but Eddie's mom knew where everything was. That was after Patty called and left a message. Musta' been the cookies after dinner.

I guess I have graduated from being a bandwidth hog, the latest affront to corporate profits in the liberal press. ATT in the Tetons is so slow there's not much to hog. Talk about the world wide wait. No 3G. I guess O'Bozo's still alive, criticising his critics. Oh, bite me! Now the Mexicans want BP to pay them 'cause they got laid off. One would think that, after all that trouble, that well in the Gulf of Mexico would be bringing home the black gold. Go figure.

Some tourists in line for the Darwin awards got toasted hiking in a thunderstorm in the Tetons. They explained that the weatherman said the storm would not arrive until 14:30 while they planned to be off the mountain by noon. One guy was off the mountain about 10:42. Burnt lips. First place goes to Mutha' Nātcha!