Red Mosquito

Anders wrote:Had a great day outside with my daughter. She danced on stage in a local latino concert, we went to a playground for about 40 minutes, and then she was in the stroller while I shopped for some groceries (bread, melons, burger meat, some various stuff). Also watched some sports at home, while she played and jumped around, then a movie and dinner, after my wife got home from work.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Anders wrote:Had a great day outside with my daughter. She danced on stage in a local latino concert, we went to a playground for about 40 minutes, and then she was in the stroller while I shopped for some groceries (bread, melons, burger meat, some various stuff). Also watched some sports at home, while she played and jumped around, then a movie and dinner, after my wife got home from work.

I was watching the whole time. It did seem like a great day.

Anders wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Anders wrote:Had a great day outside with my daughter. She danced on stage in a local latino concert, we went to a playground for about 40 minutes, and then she was in the stroller while I shopped for some groceries (bread, melons, burger meat, some various stuff). Also watched some sports at home, while she played and jumped around, then a movie and dinner, after my wife got home from work.

I was watching the whole time. It did seem like a great day.

Thank you and bless you.

dad wrote:went to one of the twins’ basketball game. Currently getting a pedicure with my wife. We’ll go grab drinks at a new bar later this afternoon.

The Argonaut wrote:Let's see a pic of that pompadour, pal

wease wrote:Wrapped up the yard sale about an hour and a half ago. Dropped off the remainder of stuff at GoodWill. Took youngest Weaseling to her mowing job. Just finished that and have taken her for her customary post now snow cone. After we get home from this, shower time then off to the grocery to pick up everything to make for the oldest Weaseling’s favorite meal. Prepare that for her and eat then after that load up the vehicles as much as we can tonight to move her into her college dorm tomorrow. Lots of bittersweet feelings going on right 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.

Jorge wrote:Wow Len I didn't know you were almost 50

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:went to one of the twins’ basketball game. Currently getting a pedicure with my wife. We’ll go grab drinks at a new bar later this afternoon.

what color of polish did you choose?

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:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:went to one of the twins’ basketball game. Currently getting a pedicure with my wife. We’ll go grab drinks at a new bar later this afternoon.

what color of polish did you choose?

I went with black this time.

My kid gave me purple and pink sparkly toe nail polish about three weeks ago and it’s still not coming off