Re: Talk about your day thread
Posted: Tue April 19, 2022 11:10 pm
bodysnatcher wrote:Ruddo and doug’s plumbing both get cleared on the same day. It’s a Rmiracle!
bodysnatcher wrote:Ruddo and doug’s plumbing both get cleared on the same day. It’s a Rmiracle!
A Rim-miracle?E.H. Ruddock wrote:bodysnatcher wrote:Ruddo and doug’s plumbing both get cleared on the same day. It’s a Rmiracle!
doug rr wrote:they just snaked it..i think some sediment or somethingbodysnatcher wrote:What was the issue?doug rr wrote:plumber is gone..all is good
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.
Happy burthdayBurtReynolds wrote:Good morning to everyone except the people who still post in the "name a song everyone likes" thread.
all is good..thanks for asking...just got home with spicy tuna poke and sides..time to eatWhitey McTeeth wrote:How are things?
Noicedoug rr wrote:all is good..thanks for asking...just got home with spicy tuna poke and sides..time to eatWhitey McTeeth wrote:How are things?
Was a turkey buzzard or another kind? None of them are pretty but turkey buzzards are sinful lookingBurtReynolds wrote:Was walking the dog this morning and turned and saw this huge fucking buzzard right next to me about 5 feet away on top of a fence. Damn near shit myself!
