dad wrote:woke up and went for a walk with my wife. then came home and mowed before the oppressive heat hit. watched hard knocks, the grabbed a bag of coffee beans from a little shop here in town. practiced guitar for about an hour, and then made my first-ever batch of pickles ...two jars worth.
now i'm sitting on the couch, and it's almost cocktail hour. we'll do some planning for our Europe trip with our cocktails.
When are you going to Europe?
we'll be there in March.
what about you? you're going next year too, right?
Yeah, in July.
We’re finding airfare is getting ridiculous. It went up $2000 in like a week.
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
dad wrote:woke up and went for a walk with my wife. then came home and mowed before the oppressive heat hit. watched hard knocks, the grabbed a bag of coffee beans from a little shop here in town. practiced guitar for about an hour, and then made my first-ever batch of pickles ...two jars worth.
now i'm sitting on the couch, and it's almost cocktail hour. we'll do some planning for our Europe trip with our cocktails.
When are you going to Europe?
we'll be there in March.
what about you? you're going next year too, right?
Yeah, in July.
We’re finding airfare is getting ridiculous. It went up $2000 in like a week.
There are websites that can tell you when the best time is to purchase. We’ve used them before for very pre planned trips.
Jorge wrote:My sister just launched a YouTube channel last week. I've been helping her get it set up, teaching her how to edit her own videos, scheduling posts, and stuff like that. She's still at very low numbers but steadily growing. It's amazing to me that even at this low level she's still getting comments from absolute weirdos fantasizing about marrying her, or giving her unsolicited advice about her looks. These losers are everywhere
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bodysnatcher wrote:Decided to go bowling at 9pm on a Sunday
With your mom?
With my best friend
Me
did you pay for ten frames at a time or twenty
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Carl Sandburg wrote: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.
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