wease wrote:The set she got tonight is from about an hour away. The butter dish came from a thrift store here in town but who knows where it was before that.
i suspect that Jorge is behind this
he's always got an alibi though
but we will figure it out
he is sloppy
there is always a clue
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fr tho that's a cool story happy you got a good butter dish situation again
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wease wrote:The set she got tonight is from about an hour away. The butter dish came from a thrift store here in town but who knows where it was before that.
wease wrote:The set she got tonight is from about an hour away. The butter dish came from a thrift store here in town but who knows where it was before that.
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took a bike ride by the beach around lunchtime. was sunny but 38 F. not the worst but at least above freezing
ate some bulgogi dumplings for lunch
have had an unrealeased pearl jam vitalogy song in my head for about the last week
looking forward to football tomorrow
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96583UP wrote:took a bike ride by the beach around lunchtime. was sunny but 38 F. not the worst but at least above freezing
ate some bulgogi dumplings for lunch
have had an unrealeased pearl jam vitalogy song in my head for about the last week
looking forward to football tomorrow
You only go biking when it's above freezing? That's soft.
yeah
I'm getting old
went out for a big one a year or two ago when it was super cold. got real sick later. don't want to push it like that anymore
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Organising my Mums funeral and clearing out her unit at the retirement village. My brother and sister just had an epic blow up over the distribution of "stuff" and the plans for the wake.
I seriously don't need this shit. All I want is to bury my Mum as a somewhat loving family and that seems like it's too much to ask. This is so fucked up.
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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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