Red Mosquito

VinylGuy wrote: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.

Ello Sailor wrote:

VinylGuy wrote: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.

Please post the beach you decide on so I can enjoy it vicariously.

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.

The Argonaut wrote:Man, I'd love to be in freezing cold, pissy, rainy Dublin right now

tragabigzanda wrote:Dime have you seen a doctor recently

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.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I have barely moved today. And ate two big pieces of cake.

BurtReynolds wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I have barely moved today. And ate two big pieces of cake.

What kind?

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I have barely moved today. And ate two big pieces of cake.

What kind?

Vanilla cream I have one more large piece should I eat it this morning then buy more cake for this evening

The Argonaut wrote:Man, I'd love to be in freezing cold, pissy, rainy Dublin right now

wease wrote:Or tell him no more indoor winter track.

dad wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I have barely moved today. And ate two big pieces of cake.

What kind?

Vanilla cream I have one more large piece should I eat it this morning then buy more cake for this evening

absolutely.

dad wrote:woke up this morning to a freezing cold house. The thermostat stopped working, basically in both zones of the house - Wyze thermostats are trash btw.

Schools and most businesses are closed today due to weather - ice and snow - though no snow yet. I drove to Lowe’s to get a new thermostat. There’s a store less than two miles from our house. It was a little slick in some spots. By the time I got a new one and started back home the roads got progressively worse.

We have a tech looking at our heater now.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:Or tell him no more indoor winter track.

that’s genius