Gliders and T.M.I.

We had some colorful motorized paragliders buzzing the Chevron today.  I think they come out of Sugarhouse Park, that’s where it looks like they land.  They look cool flying around there and it’s funny to watch the customers staring up in the sky as they go around.  Makes me wonder if anyone is looking to see if it’s Super Dell Schanze.

We also had a big group of 20-somethingers come into the store.  Three of the girls were at the counter while one of them was paying.  The lady paying reached around to tap her friend on the shoulder, and instead got a hand full of breast.  She turns towards the friend and tells her ‘sorry’, and the friend says ‘what?’ 

“I just grabbed your boob.”

“Really, I didn’t even notice.”

“Seriously? Even the he [meaning me] noticed.”  We were both smirking by this time.

“Guess I’m just so used to it I didn’t even notice.”

We were all laughing by now, so I just said “Ok, T.M.I.” and handed her the change.

Madison

Driving up to look at the ATV damage on the south forty

Yeah, another one of my videos from the roof of the car.  Why all these pretty boring videos?, you may ask.  Well, spend any time on YouTube?  If you have, you would notice that there are a lot, millions, of boring videos that seem to get a ton of hits.  I just figure that if I keep putting crap up there, one of them eventually has to go viral.

So tempted.

KSL.com Classifieds are evil.  To me, as evil as a bar is to an alcoholic.  I was just perusing the available cars, which I do just for kicks every now and again.  Most cars I can force myself to not buy, mainly ‘cause I’ve got too many as it is, and no money.  But this one, sheesh it’s gonna be hard. 

One of the funnest cars I’ve ever owned was a 1984 Ford Mustang Convertible, with the V-6, automatic, red with a white interior.  Just like this one I saw on KSL.com for a mere $600. 

Now, I’m pretty sure it’s not the exact car I used to own.  It doesn’t look like it was repainted in the recent past, although the paint could be oxidized enough so that it isn’t a bright red anymore.  But when I repainted mine, I had them write “Christine” in the pinstriping, right behind the back wheel, and this one for sale doesn’t have it.  I also think mine was totalled by the kid that bought it.

I’m tempted to go look at it, but afraid to because I just might end up bringing it home.  It’s been said before, will be again, but I truly do need to spend some time at the Henry Ford Clinic.

In the clear again…

It was almost 100 today and I was out working on the porch roof again.  Hot work.  Discovered that a nice cotton hat can be a lot of help.  Not to keep me cooler, but to absorb the sweat that would otherwise drip into my eyes.  It’s a lot easier to see what you’re doing when your eyeballs aren’t waterlogged with dirty, salty water.

One of the things I learned from my dad from camping in the So. Utah deserts was to watch my pee.  As disgusting as this sounds, it helps keep me from getting dehydrated, and in 100 degree weather with 22% humidity, dehydration is easy to achieve.  The darker the color, the more water you need to drink.  Clear or almost clear means you’ve been drinking enough (and alcohol does not count).  Halfway through the project I noticed I wasn’t drinking enough, so I started guzzling glasses of room temperature water.  I discovered on my own that, at least for me, when I’m dehydrated ice cold water gives me stomach cramps.  Not so good.

Anyway, it’s almost 11 now, still 86 degrees, but at least my pee is clear.  Just what you wanted to know.  The good news is that all the decking is in place, and all but one small piece (I had to stand somewhere) has the requisite 3 coats of paint.  I just have to paint the last spot and reassemble the railing that keeps me from falling off when working on the swamp cooler.

Now, it’s time to put in another “That 70’s Show” DVD and rest these aching bones.

Driving over Guardsman Pass, part 1 & 2

I hooked one of those Flip Video cameras to the roof rack of my car and took these videos as we drove over Guardsman Pass from Midway to Brighton Ski Resort.

Forgot this little tidbit from last night…

He must have been in his late 60’s, comes into the store and I greet him with the usual “how’s it going?”.  His response:

“Well, I’m in one piece and above the flowers.”