Red Mosquito

wease wrote:And now they’re not staying. They got a hotel room

daft twat wrote:

wease wrote:And now they’re not staying. They got a hotel room

That’s a win. That’s what adults with money should do.

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:So in February, we will have been in this house for 4 years. Some of you may recall it’s 120+ years old. So areas of drafts in winter we pretty much expect. Odds and ends things just come with a house this old. Well, every winter we’ve been in it, the back of the house is always like 20 or so degrees cooler than the front of the house. There is ductwork running to that area of the house, but they’re the farthest away from the unit so it doesn’t really help that much. On mornings where the temp outside is, say below 30, the back of the house is in the 40s. So about a week ago whenever it started getting down into the 30s here at night I started thinking about this. The lady we bought the house from practically only lived in the back of the house. She never used the front for anything. And she had to be keeping herself warm in the winter. Hell, we bought it in February and it wasn’t cold back there then. We have a gas fireplace in the very back room. It hasn’t been on since we moved in because we could never find how to turn it on. Determined, today I started pulling and tugging all over the front of this thing and low and behold I found the panel from which this thing operates. Got it on and it’s been going for about 3 hours now. To the point it’s actually hot back there. I feel like an imbecile for not figuring this out before but also feel great that it won’t be freezing cold in the back of the house this winter. Hopefully, running this thing won’t raise our utilities too much.

The ghosts that have been occupying that house aren’t gonna like this one bit wease.

Damn! You may be right

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:So in February, we will have been in this house for 4 years. Some of you may recall it’s 120+ years old. So areas of drafts in winter we pretty much expect. Odds and ends things just come with a house this old. Well, every winter we’ve been in it, the back of the house is always like 20 or so degrees cooler than the front of the house. There is ductwork running to that area of the house, but they’re the farthest away from the unit so it doesn’t really help that much. On mornings where the temp outside is, say below 30, the back of the house is in the 40s. So about a week ago whenever it started getting down into the 30s here at night I started thinking about this. The lady we bought the house from practically only lived in the back of the house. She never used the front for anything. And she had to be keeping herself warm in the winter. Hell, we bought it in February and it wasn’t cold back there then. We have a gas fireplace in the very back room. It hasn’t been on since we moved in because we could never find how to turn it on. Determined, today I started pulling and tugging all over the front of this thing and low and behold I found the panel from which this thing operates. Got it on and it’s been going for about 3 hours now. To the point it’s actually hot back there. I feel like an imbecile for not figuring this out before but also feel great that it won’t be freezing cold in the back of the house this winter. Hopefully, running this thing won’t raise our utilities too much.

The ghosts that have been occupying that house aren’t gonna like this one bit wease.

Damn! You may be right

Quite right

tommy wrote:I just mow over my leaves. I know that means Chris would like me to die, but I just don't care.

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

dad wrote:I got my braces off this morning. what a wild transformation.

just in time for prom

dad wrote:I got my braces off this morning. what a wild transformation.

Peeps wrote:

dad wrote:I got my braces off this morning. what a wild transformation.

did you have to do mouth expander or just braces?

or are we talking like forest gump leg braces?

Strat wrote:Slept 10.5 hours with 0 events per hour on the apnea.

Went to Chiropractor for some PT/adjustments, stopped at a coffee shop on the way home.

Working a bit now.

Feeling like a million bucks.