Talk about your day thread

[VinylGuy]

sorry to hear that Burt

[wease]

Damn, burt

[spike]

sorry burt

[BurtReynolds]

A few weeks ago my mom had surgery and he called me saying he wrote a bad check to cover the cost, so I kind of unthinkingly gave it. But then I was talking to my mom and she said insurance and social security paid that. I didn't bring it up to her, but I assume he used the money to keep whatever scam he has going for a little longer.

[Peeps]

sorry to hear that burt. in the last 5 or so years i have been to probably a dozen funerals of classmates or their immediate family. nothing really nails home that we are only here for an random amount of time than that

[tree_]

Flu, type A

Ugh

Worse is that wife and kid got it too. 2 year old doesn't have it yet. Meemaw picked him up today. Hoping miraculously he, she and her husband don't get it too cause she's our only babysitter. This sucks so much.

[Monkey_Driven]

Flu, type A

Ugh

Worse is that wife and kid got it too. 2 year old doesn't have it yet. Meemaw picked him up today. Hoping miraculously he, she and her husband don't get it too cause she's our only babysitter. This sucks so much.

Yeah, it sucks hard. Had it a few years ago and it knocked me on my ass for a week.

[tree_]

Yeah man

[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]

super slow day

woke up, took the dog for a walk, saw some youtube videos, got a little nap, cleaned the pool

[E.H. Ruddock]

Trag

[dad]

Type A sucks because it’s so assertive and extroverted

Amazing.

[96583UP]

ice

cold

snow

end it now

[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.

[Ello Sailor]

Baller af

[LetMeSleep]

Killer heat yesterday. Car said it was 48/118.4. Holy fuck

[Higgs]

Killer heat yesterday. Car said it was 48/118.4. Holy fuck

Your turn over East for the heat for a while!

[Rangi Guy]

Killer heat yesterday. Car said it was 48/118.4. Holy fuck

Bugger that - we were going through a 'heat wave' over there this weekend, but that was like 28 - 32 degrees. The family and I managed to somehow escape the worst of it by heading up north

[tree_]

Sorry burt

[Ello Sailor]

I still think Rangi and I should break Burt's stepdad's knees.