Talk about your day thread

[BurtReynolds]

He died 7 years ago.

[dad]

I can't believe i've been communicating with the dead.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

“Who is this and why are you sending this to me?” would make a great auto response.

[knee tunes]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8h5U3nK/

[spike]

iPhones have a knack for holding onto old numbers like that. My sister was texting the wrong number for years when trying to contact one of our mutual friends. She finally asked me why he never gets back to her and I helped her sort it out.

[dad]

I’m afraid this is the beginning of me descending into old age.

[Peeps]

was worried last night and into this morning.

yesterday bogey got a hold of a dead bird and scarfed it down before i could do anything. i got the tiniest bit out of his mouth as he bit my finger so we ended the walk. i was more pissed i didnt see the bird to prevent him from eating it than the bite (it drew a little bit of blood)

i didnt see him poop after that though my brother thought he did clean some up last night or early this morning. finally i walked out into the hallway a bit ago and there were two massive dumps. i quickly checked to make sure my brother didnt miss the bathroom and upon picking the piles up i did note there was a feather.


thought for sure he was blocked up

[wease]

Our Eddie like to kill his squeak toys and actually eat the plastic. Sometimes we find piles of just nasty gel-like poo. More than likely from some piece of a toy. That happens for a day or so then his poos are back to normal.

[wease]

I just saw a girl with the entirety of her inside right ear tattooed. No other visible tattoos anywhere. It had to have been painful. Never seen anything quite like it.

[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.

[wease]

Pinna Black Circle

[tree_]

Lukink

[spike]

Light ears

[doug rr]

my wife drove back up to Vancouver for a few days to be with her folks...I stayed back because our dog watching people were not available..

[E.H. Ruddock]

Light ears

Lobe Light

[Bammer]

Light ears

Lobe Light

MFC

[spike]

Leavin Hear

[Higgs]

Design-aural

[VinylGuy]

Im in the south of Argentina , tomorrow I’ll take a very cool boat trip in the morning and then head back to Bariloche.

Nice weather too.

[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.