Red Mosquito

bodysnatcher wrote:A bucket of range balls

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.

wease wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:A bucket of range balls

Rangi balls?

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Probiotics and ear buds

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.

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

What are you looking at? I'm trying to figure out if I need something like that got this Italy trip. Pickpockets and all that.

dad wrote:

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

What are you looking at? I'm trying to figure out if I need something like that got this Italy trip. Pickpockets and all that.

i came very close to buying one of these before we went to Europe.

I think I'll get one before we go again next year.

that said, I had no issues with pickpockets, but I was also keeping my hands in my pockets in overcrowded areas.

dad wrote:

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Been thinking of getting a cross body sling bag

What are you looking at? I'm trying to figure out if I need something like that got this Italy trip. Pickpockets and all that.

i came very close to buying one of these before we went to Europe.

I think I'll get one before we go again next year.

that said, I had no issues with pickpockets, but I was also keeping my hands in my pockets in overcrowded areas.

wease wrote:I’ve been wanting to buy some linen shirts, pants and shorts while in Europe. Finally had a moment to breathe so popped into an affordable shop. Looking like it’s made a bit thinner than what I’m used to, I grab a 2XL shirt to try on and XL shorts. Welllll. The European clothes are NOT made for a Wease body. I could barely pull the shirt over my body and the shorts were so tight in the crotch I couldn’t even imagine sitting down. Oh, well.

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:I’ve been wanting to buy some linen shirts, pants and shorts while in Europe. Finally had a moment to breathe so popped into an affordable shop. Looking like it’s made a bit thinner than what I’m used to, I grab a 2XL shirt to try on and XL shorts. Welllll. The European clothes are NOT made for a Wease body. I could barely pull the shirt over my body and the shorts were so tight in the crotch I couldn’t even imagine sitting down. Oh, well.

Go for a silk tie maybe?

wease wrote:

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:I’ve been wanting to buy some linen shirts, pants and shorts while in Europe. Finally had a moment to breathe so popped into an affordable shop. Looking like it’s made a bit thinner than what I’m used to, I grab a 2XL shirt to try on and XL shorts. Welllll. The European clothes are NOT made for a Wease body. I could barely pull the shirt over my body and the shorts were so tight in the crotch I couldn’t even imagine sitting down. Oh, well.

Go for a silk tie maybe?

I AM also looking for a new scarf