Red Mosquito

spike wrote:All packed, picked up kid from school. Now we’re just waiting to head to the airport to catch our flight. Still battling a cold so not at my best; hopefully my three year old will take pity on me and be a compliant travel companion.

doug rr wrote:people shitting while in line now at both Disneys...have fun

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doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:All packed, picked up kid from school. Now we’re just waiting to head to the airport to catch our flight. Still battling a cold so not at my best; hopefully my three year old will take pity on me and be a compliant travel companion.

whiskey pacifier?

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:All packed, picked up kid from school. Now we’re just waiting to head to the airport to catch our flight. Still battling a cold so not at my best; hopefully my three year old will take pity on me and be a compliant travel companion.

whiskey pacifier?

7pm flight so shouldn’t be an issue, but I have melatonin chews at the ready if she doesn’t doze off after a few hours in the air.

wease wrote:

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:All packed, picked up kid from school. Now we’re just waiting to head to the airport to catch our flight. Still battling a cold so not at my best; hopefully my three year old will take pity on me and be a compliant travel companion.

whiskey pacifier?

7pm flight so shouldn’t be an issue, but I have melatonin chews at the ready if she doesn’t doze off after a few hours in the air.

After experiencing terrible side effect from taking melatonin a couple years back, I’d never recommend it to anyone.

tommy wrote:

wease wrote:

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:All packed, picked up kid from school. Now we’re just waiting to head to the airport to catch our flight. Still battling a cold so not at my best; hopefully my three year old will take pity on me and be a compliant travel companion.

whiskey pacifier?

7pm flight so shouldn’t be an issue, but I have melatonin chews at the ready if she doesn’t doze off after a few hours in the air.

After experiencing terrible side effect from taking melatonin a couple years back, I’d never recommend it to anyone.

What happened?

Jorge wrote:What kind of side effects? I thought melatonin was pretty mellow

E.H. Ruddock wrote:How ready is spike for his flight to be over right now?

spike wrote:The kid and I got our upgrades to business class for our flight home this morning, so we can sit up by mom now.

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.

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.