Happy birthday tree_!

[tree_]

I want to take this birthday thread opportunity to inform you I've been sober from alcohol for 34 days now after indulging in at least several drinks, virtually daily for many years. I didn't have a severe alcohol problem, but it was enough that it had been weighing me down quite a bit. It's difficult to illustrate the benefits so far, but they are many. I feel so much lighter; more free, healthier, in touch with my actual, real self, and would highly recommend trying to quit to anyone considering it. Cheers.

Oh, and if you love beer and haven't tried them, there are some delicious NA options available which have made it much easier for me.

[dad]

heck yeah buddy, that's great!

happy to hear.

[Jorge]

If I find out you didn't have a happy birthday today you don't even want to know what I'll do

[tree_]

If I find out you didn't have a happy birthday today you don't even want to know what I'll do

Getting ice cream with the kids after work at the new Dairy Queen in town. I think I'll be alright!

[knee tunes]

Happy birthday tree

. I give up trying to find a cake and write your name on it. Sors

Why dont you post that beautiful PJ song you sang and posted once on the Caribou?

I think it was Parting Ways?

[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.

[knee tunes]

HBD, tree_. You share a birthday with Monkey_Driven’s dog.

Yeah and his name is Wait lol

Edit; lm bLlnd