Talk about your day thread

[96583UP]

lotta stomach pains

might have a norovirus

I had it earlier in the week. Would not recommend.

it’s not fun

[doug rr]

spent half the day at the in-laws and taking one to the doctor for a checkup..hit the liquor store on the way home and meeting people for dinner..bed by 9

[VinylGuy]

Just arrive to Santiago de Chile. I love it here but I haven’t been since maybe 2017. Looking forward to a great week.

Keep us updated!!
Hope to go soon.
Have a great trip!

Great fucking day today ; I love Santiago. Food and wine are top notch. Went shopping got two pair of sneakers, my soccer team t shirt , other stuff too at Decathlon.

[dimejinky99]

Just arrive to Santiago de Chile. I love it here but I haven’t been since maybe 2017. Looking forward to a great week.

Keep us updated!!
Hope to go soon.
Have a great trip!

Great fucking day today ; I love Santiago. Food and wine are top notch. Went shopping got two pair of sneakers, my soccer team t shirt , other stuff too at Decathlon.

That’s the stuff

[doug rr]

late afternoon stroll to the Granville Island farmers market and then a steak for dinner

[Higgs]

Took the wife out on Thursday night for a pre-valentines day steak dinner. It was expensive but magnificent, and totally romantic to boot.

Sometimes I get it right. Man it's nice when I do.

[dimejinky99]

Good job higgo.

Happy Valentine’s Day all

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Had my left ankle amputated

[Dev]

Happy Valentine’s Day all

Happy Valentine's Day DimeJinky

[BurtReynolds]

Happy Valentine's Day I love you all very much.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Pass

[dimejinky99]

I think i have dev foed, unfairly. I'm coming around to him.
i've no idea or memory of why i foed him.
i'm reviewing the situation.

[doug rr]

was at the weed store for gummies earlier and ran into one of my favorite tv characters..we were buying the same stuff...had a chat

[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.

[doug rr]

no

[VinylGuy]

Spent the whole fucking day buying stuff just like Paris teached me to.

I’ll relax a bit in the pool and later go for dinner.

Tomorrow I’ll travel for a nearby beach.

[spike]

was at the weed store for gummies earlier and ran into one of my favorite tv characters..we were buying the same stuff...had a chat

What’s Woody Boyd doing in Vancouver?

[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.

[doug rr]

no, it was that one guy..

[Self]

the sound deadening effect of a good snow storm is underrated