Red Mosquito

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:last night of solo parenting (assuming my wife isn't stranded in europe due to all the airport striking). cooling off with some woodford reserve double oaked after doing some light edging in the backyard. it's hot af.

My wife’s kids were supposed to be flying back today but got stranded in Amsterdam. They’re on a flight tomorrow morning to jfk but getting them from there to here on Friday before July 4 is turning into a nightmare

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:last night of solo parenting (assuming my wife isn't stranded in europe due to all the airport striking). cooling off with some woodford reserve double oaked after doing some light edging in the backyard. it's hot af.

My wife’s kids were supposed to be flying back today but got stranded in Amsterdam. They’re on a flight tomorrow morning to jfk but getting them from there to here on Friday before July 4 is turning into a nightmare

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:last night of solo parenting (assuming my wife isn't stranded in europe due to all the airport striking). cooling off with some woodford reserve double oaked after doing some light edging in the backyard. it's hot af.

My wife’s kids were supposed to be flying back today but got stranded in Amsterdam. They’re on a flight tomorrow morning to jfk but getting them from there to here on Friday before July 4 is turning into a nightmare

fuck, sorry to hear it. how long's the drive from nyc?

my wife is an airline ninja at this point, but i don't think she's ever tackled international in that respect.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:last night of solo parenting (assuming my wife isn't stranded in europe due to all the airport striking). cooling off with some woodford reserve double oaked after doing some light edging in the backyard. it's hot af.

My wife’s kids were supposed to be flying back today but got stranded in Amsterdam. They’re on a flight tomorrow morning to jfk but getting them from there to here on Friday before July 4 is turning into a nightmare

fuck, sorry to hear it. how long's the drive from nyc?

my wife is an airline ninja at this point, but i don't think she's ever tackled international in that respect.

So they are on their flight right now from Amsterdam to JFK. Apparently they have tickets for a flight from Newark to Myrtle Beach tonight on Spirit Airlines. Their grandparents are picking them up at JFK, driving them to Newark, then I'm driving the hour and a half down to Myrtle Beach tonight to pick them up at 8:30 (allegedly, because Spirit lol) and then drive back home with them. Where there will be neighborhood fireworks being launched and the dogs will be terrified. What a fun start to the holiday weekend. Hope my wife enjoys her flight to Italy tomorrow and her time with my mom and SiL in Cinque Terre for the weekend. :/

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My wife’s kids were supposed to be flying back today but got stranded in Amsterdam. They’re on a flight tomorrow morning to jfk but getting them from there to here on Friday before July 4 is turning into a nightmare

Mickey wrote:We're supposed to fly to Florida in mid July but thinking of cancelling it just so we don't have to deal with this bullshit

doug rr wrote:we're doing vancouver to montreal in september...i'm already nervous

The Argonaut wrote:

doug rr wrote:we're doing vancouver to montreal in september...i'm already nervous

Go to Au 14 on Prince Arthur

doug rr wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:

doug rr wrote:we're doing vancouver to montreal in september...i'm already nervous

Go to Au 14 on Prince Arthur

legit good?

Mickey wrote:We're supposed to fly to Florida in mid July but thinking of cancelling it just so we don't have to deal with this bullshit

doug rr wrote:we're doing vancouver to montreal in september...i'm already nervous

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:last night of solo parenting (assuming my wife isn't stranded in europe due to all the airport striking). cooling off with some woodford reserve double oaked after doing some light edging in the backyard. it's hot af.

My wife’s kids were supposed to be flying back today but got stranded in Amsterdam. They’re on a flight tomorrow morning to jfk but getting them from there to here on Friday before July 4 is turning into a nightmare

fuck, sorry to hear it. how long's the drive from nyc?

my wife is an airline ninja at this point, but i don't think she's ever tackled international in that respect.

So they are on their flight right now from Amsterdam to JFK. Apparently they have tickets for a flight from Newark to Myrtle Beach tonight on Spirit Airlines. Their grandparents are picking them up at JFK, driving them to Newark, then I'm driving the hour and a half down to Myrtle Beach tonight to pick them up at 8:30 (allegedly, because Spirit lol) and then drive back home with them. Where there will be neighborhood fireworks being launched and the dogs will be terrified. What a fun start to the holiday weekend. Hope my wife enjoys her flight to Italy tomorrow and her time with my mom and SiL in Cinque Terre for the weekend. :/

Your wife is peacing out on you, on top of all this?

Getting mine back tonight. Her flight took off, though she did have to drag her bags down the highway the last mile due to the airport strike.

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:we're doing vancouver to montreal in september...i'm already nervous

Those Montreal bagels will change your bagel tune.

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:we're doing vancouver to montreal in september...i'm already nervous

Those Montreal bagels will change your bagel tune.

bagels are a lot like coffee to me...i'm not sure if its good or not..i just drink/eat it

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.