Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

So are you... so what do you say?

Give them to me

What are you gonna do with them?!

[Rangi Guy]

First day today at the campsite. Pretty sure I'm horribly sunburned, and I've probably drank my bodyweight this evening. Been a good time so far

nice!

any weirdos at the campsite?

Just me!

nice

do you wake up every morning and grease up your torso with animal fat from the creature you stalked the night before and fell with a bow and arrow?

Funny. I was just talking with my daughter yesterday about going wild boar hunting with a bow. She's been stalking around the site with her toy Nerf bow and arrow set

amazing

you could also pull a fish out of the riverbed and bite into it live in an act of alpha predator triumph

Well there is a river right next to the campground. It's just a matter of time

[lennytheweedwhacker]

So are you... so what do you say?

Give them to me

What are you gonna do with them?!

Give them back to you

[LoathedVermin72]

So are you... so what do you say?

Give them to me

What are you gonna do with them?!

Give them back to you

[BurtReynolds]

This older couple in the coffee place has been bickering at each other for about 2 hours, occasionally rising to yelling and cursing. I think they are arguing over finances or wills or something. I get the feeling this is just how they talk to each other.

[E.H. Ruddock]

If they are doing it in public, that is absolutely how they talk to each other all of the time

[lennytheweedwhacker]

are they white

[BurtReynolds]

Yes

[lennytheweedwhacker]

oh

[Biff Pocoroba]

Big family dinner and presents for the nieces/nephews to finish Christmas.

[Higgs]

I generally love this "nether zone" period between Xmas and New Year. Time is all over the place, you never know what day it is, and it doesn't really matter. And where I am the weather is warm and lovely, sunsets over the beaches and all that.

This year's a little different for me though as my Mum's been in hospital since a few weeks before Christmas and at this stage isn't looking likely to ever make it out.

Sitting here with her today holding her hand while watching the cricket with the TV muted so not to wake her. It's weirdly peaceful and nice.

Except when that bloody IV pump goes off because of a "downstream incursion" ffs. I've taken to turning the alarm off when it happens and calling the nurse - they give me "the look" as if to say 'don't touch the machines, noob' but I don't care.

I'm finding myself talking to my Mum while she sleeps a lot. No point having anything left unsaid I guess. Mostly just telling her that I love her though.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Sorry Higgs

[Higgs]

Cheers Ruddo. She's 84 and lived a good life. I'm pretty positive she'll see 2025 in but not sure how much of January she'll make.

Sitting here again now the nurse just told me I'm a "good son" and she must be a "good mother". That was nice, ngl.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Sitting here again now the nurse just told me I'm a "good son" and she must be a "good mother". That was nice, ngl.

[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.

[wease]

Sorry to hear Higgs.

[VinylGuy]

Big hug from here Higgs.

[Bammer]

Been there, Higgs

You’ll find, I hope, that the overwhelming majority of memories you carry with you are the fond ones.

[dad]

sorry, Higgs.

[Higgs]

Thanks guys. She was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer a few weeks ago and given 2 to 3 weeks but decided to go with chemo as it "may" give her more time. I wasn't involved in that decision but I would have argued against it (that sounds harsh but it is what it is - I certainly don't blame her for making it given what she'd just been told).

But it's not gone well and it's tough just now. She was healthy enough a few weeks ago but now, not so much. To me she just got cancer, but the reality is she's had it for a year at least and we've just found out.

But you're right Bammer - it's the good memories that count, and there's lots of those.

Again, thanks all. It means a lot.