Talk about your day thread

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

woke up at 5:30a to have coffee and breakfast, woke up my kid at 6a to get him ready for his soccer game that was at 7:30a. the fields are about 40-45 min from our house. after the game, i had a bite to eat and sat down with my wife to plan out an itinerary for a 1-day trip to NYC with the kids next month. we're going to Connecticut to visit my mom and step-dad, and we told the kids we'd spend one day in NYC, and they're very excited about that.

a few minutes ago we tested my stepson for covid because he's had the worst cough in the last 24hrs. sure enough, he's positive. fortunately, he's vaccinated, and so far the cough is the worst of it, and everyone in the house has now had it.

i'm thinking about doing a deep clean on the grill later, but it's probably going to be in the 90s again, and a nap also sounds like a good idea.

[epilogue]

Sucks that your son has it but at least he's got it now and it won't cancel your trip next month. That's good.

[dad]

Sucks that your son has it but at least he's got it now and it won't cancel your trip next month. That's good.

yeah, i mean he's taking it like a champ. other than the cough you wouldn't even know he's got it*.

*as i said, he's vaccinated.

[epilogue]

Sucks that your son has it but at least he's got it now and it won't cancel your trip next month. That's good.

yeah, i mean he's taking it like a champ. other than the cough you wouldn't even know he's got it*.

*as i said, he's vaccinated.

[VinylGuy]

Woke up early, chill breakfeast with my girl and then we saw two eps of that hulu series Conversations with Friends.

We went to a cool cafe nearby to have some lunch, she went to her place and i cleaned my house while watching soccer.

Now, coffee and Binaural.

[doug rr]

I’m mostly curious to know what identifiable feature strat has that allowed Doug’s girlfriends to say “oh yeah we totally banged that guy”

Nobody said anything about banging. Please calm down

pm sent..
also, matt's jucy lucy was ok, its checked off the list now....the CC Club is my new favorite dive bar though

Figured it was that person.

CC club used to be a favorite but last time i was there (12 yars ago?) it felt overrun and more trendy than years past. Perhaps its gone back to the more "dive" scene since Uptown area has gone to shit.

her wife finally likes me i think..once she quit being a talking head on espn she's a bit more normal..cc club was a legit dive..went around noon...large pours , good music and the neighborhood regular riff raff going in and out..good times

[Strat]

I’m mostly curious to know what identifiable feature strat has that allowed Doug’s girlfriends to say “oh yeah we totally banged that guy”

Nobody said anything about banging. Please calm down

pm sent..
also, matt's jucy lucy was ok, its checked off the list now....the CC Club is my new favorite dive bar though

Figured it was that person.

CC club used to be a favorite but last time i was there (12 yars ago?) it felt overrun and more trendy than years past. Perhaps its gone back to the more "dive" scene since Uptown area has gone to shit.

her wife finally likes me i think..once she quit being a talking head on espn she's a bit more normal..cc club was a legit dive..went around noon...large pours , good music and the neighborhood regular riff raff going in and out..good times

Replacements favorite hang out "back when"

[BurtReynolds]

Why was I cursed with delicious blood? I'm gonna catch malaria from all these mosquitos.

[Biff Pocoroba]

It’s amazing the difference in a Sunday night vibe night when you have Monday off.

[Jorge]

Agreed.

[Biff Pocoroba]

I tried to take some pictures of the eclipse but basically it looked like those ghost orb photos.
Why is it so hard to take a good picture of the moon on your iPhone?

[Higgs]

Woke up at 330am to watch the Celts vs Bucks, so the day started well 'cause I got the result that I wanted.

Today's day 7 of Chemo and things seemed to be on the improve. Days 4 and 5 just sucked, but wiffey got through them with a regular diet of nurofen and panadol, and the occasional oxycodone when really required.

She was complaining about a sore belly and had poop issues, which is hell common. Pain ramped up this arvo and so a few calls were made and so now we are at the ED. And because of fucking covid I'm not allowed in with her to hold her hand.

She's been seen now and is feeling better but looks as though she'll be spending the night here tonight.

Oh well, live and learn I guess. It's just so tough trying to guage what's a "normal" amount of pain or discomfort and when you should call the Docs when nothing is goddam normal anymore.

[LetMeSleep]

She’ll be fine there mate. Stay positive.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Sorry to hear higgs, stay strong for her.

[JuanHamm]

Sorry Higgs. How many more treatments does she have to go to?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[VinylGuy]

Hang in there Higgs, stay strong.

[epilogue]

She's got this. You've got this. Stay positive.

[BurtReynolds]

Sorry higgs