Talk about your day thread

[Chris_H_2]

exercise, laundry, exercise, football

Are you in prison or something?

[Coach]

I am just really sad today. February marks four years since my ex wife and I split.

I have not handled the last four years with any grace, only selfish activities that provided moments of happiness but ultimately sadness.

I am now trying to be a better person, but some days I just feel like a victim and I know that's not productive.

Thanks for letting me vent.

It sounds silly, but this new PJ album is going to be a good distraction for me.

[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.

[Coach]

yeah, it's coming in waves

[Jorge]

Thanks for letting me vent.

I had no say in the matter!

Feel better, guy

[VinylGuy]

Stay strong Coach!!

[Whitey McTeeth]

So, since Wendy’s been gone, I’ve been using a 40 pack roll of outside trash bags for all the trash receptacles in the home. I think it’s a waste of trash bags to not use them, and they have already been used and worked throughout the time she’s been away. I just tie it on the end of the can and…voila. It’s trash bag. I even took out a full trash bag with the outside bags in front of her. She doesn’t like any of this.

[Coach]

Thanks guys. I don't know why I can't get over the ex GF. This is ridiculous. I am trying my best to move on.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Thanks guys. I don't know why I can't get over the ex GF. This is ridiculous. I am trying my best to move on.

That sucks dude. I hope it gets better.

[Coach]

Thanks guys. I don't know why I can't get over the ex GF. This is ridiculous. I am trying my best to move on.

That sucks dude. I hope it gets better.

Thanks. It gets better for a bit and then it doesn’t. I know I can move on.

[96583UP]

exercise, laundry, exercise, football

Are you in prison or something?

kind of

[96583UP]

I am just really sad today. February marks four years since my ex wife and I split.

I have not handled the last four years with any grace, only selfish activities that provided moments of happiness but ultimately sadness.

I am now trying to be a better person, but some days I just feel like a victim and I know that's not productive.

Thanks for letting me vent.

It sounds silly, but this new PJ album is going to be a good distraction for me.

time to go full nation of islam

[spike]

exercise, laundry, exercise, football

Are you in prison or something?

kind of

married with kids and that low t

[knee tunes]

Today I shoveled a bunch of slop

Yesterday, I cleaned the cobwebs out of my basement. Today it was sunny down there.

But still slop outside

[Anders]

Kind of a hectic morning today, but seems like things are slowing down now. Pleased about that.

[spike]

Was able to buff out some scuffs on the Tesla with just water and Magic Eraser. Had been bugging me since I caught the side of the garage backing in last week. Combo of not parking there for several weeks and getting out of practice and my neighbors inevitably getting used to our car not being there and parking like jerks.

[doug rr]

did a big shop at the grocery store this morning..we have a neighbor from Hermosa Beach flying in tomorrow for a week and the weather is not going to cooperate..the crock pots are going to be running all week...beef stew and chili

[Ello Sailor]

*hits a joint once*

I caught the side of the garage backing in last week.

[Ello Sailor]

Jks that sucks, sounds like a minor scrape though. Ugh and yay etc.

[spike]

Yeah it felt terrible doing it. Surprised I was able to let the repair job go this long since I’m pretty OCD about such things. Guess it’s been a busy first week of the year.