Travel thread

[bart]

Can’t your wife and daughter stay home and you and your son go?

That will be broached.

do that and the Pope won't be the only dead one

[wease]

Sorry to hear about your daughter, Chris. Hope the surgery goes well.

[Chris_H_2]

Can’t your wife and daughter stay home and you and your son go?

That will be broached.

do that and the Pope won't be the only dead one

Confirmed. This did NOT go over well.

[Chris_H_2]

Sorry to hear about your daughter, Chris. Hope the surgery goes well.

I blame my wife. And the pope.

[spike]

Can’t your wife and daughter stay home and you and your son go?

That will be broached.

do that and the Pope won't be the only dead one

Confirmed. This did NOT go over well.

haha what were you thinking?

[dimejinky99]

Can’t your wife and daughter stay home and you and your son go?

That will be broached.

do that and the Pope won't be the only dead one

[Chris_H_2]

Can’t your wife and daughter stay home and you and your son go?

That will be broached.

do that and the Pope won't be the only dead one

Confirmed. This did NOT go over well.

haha what were you thinking?

i let the dream of a dead pope get the better of me

[wease]

Sorry to hear about your daughter, Chris. Hope the surgery goes well.

I blame my wife. And the pope.

Reasonable

[Higgs]

the pope suffered another setback today (acute respiratory failure).

we leave for italy on March 28th for 9 days. I need the pope to die anytime between March 13th and March 20th so we can be there sitting across the street, sipping espresso, and watching that black smoke and then white (from time of death, the average time for a successful conclave is 15-20 days). don't let me down Papa.

so much for this trip.

my daughter tore her acl in her last travel soccer game on saturday night before her high school soccer tryouts started yesterday. she's out for the season and into the fall. i feel horrible for her. and what's worse, we have to cancel this trip -- she can't fly for a month after surgery, and they're recommending surgery within the next 2 weeks.

fml.

This is catching it seems! My son had his MRI last night so waiting on results today, but expect it to be either ACL or fully fucked meniscus. Whatever it is will arrange surgery asap (ideally next week if possible).

Sorry Chris - that sucks on many levels. At least my son is 25 and has his years of competitive junior sport well behind him. Hope your daughter is as OK with it as she can be.

[Chris_H_2]

the pope suffered another setback today (acute respiratory failure).

we leave for italy on March 28th for 9 days. I need the pope to die anytime between March 13th and March 20th so we can be there sitting across the street, sipping espresso, and watching that black smoke and then white (from time of death, the average time for a successful conclave is 15-20 days). don't let me down Papa.

so much for this trip.

my daughter tore her acl in her last travel soccer game on saturday night before her high school soccer tryouts started yesterday. she's out for the season and into the fall. i feel horrible for her. and what's worse, we have to cancel this trip -- she can't fly for a month after surgery, and they're recommending surgery within the next 2 weeks.

fml.

This is catching it seems! My son had his MRI last night so waiting on results today, but expect it to be either ACL or fully fucked meniscus. Whatever it is will arrange surgery asap (ideally next week if possible).

Sorry Chris - that sucks on many levels. At least my son is 25 and has his years of competitive junior sport well behind him. Hope your daughter is as OK with it as she can be.

Thanks Higgs. We find out the plan for surgery this morning. Hopefully on the lower end of the recovery time.

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Sorry you don’t get to watch the pope die, Chris

[Peeps]

anyone care to join me to watch the chimney at ChrisH2s house go from black smoke to white smoke as my ChrisH2 chooses a new husband?

[washing machine]

Went to Mexico City recently. What a massive, beautiful sprawling maze of old and new. I was only there four days, but it was enough to eat well and see some sights.

[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.

[washing machine]

Went to Mexico City recently. What a massive, beautiful sprawling maze of old and new. I was only there four days, but it was enough to eat well and see some sights.

did you get Sicario'd

I don't know what that means, but I got churros.

[bart]

has Reid not seen Sicario

[epilogue]

Went to Mexico City recently. What a massive, beautiful sprawling maze of old and new. I was only there four days, but it was enough to eat well and see some sights.

What was your favorite sight?

[Chris_H_2]

Update: trip to Italy back on!

Evidently, the girl has to go to PT to strengthen whatever she has left in her knee before surgery, and that'll take about 3 weeks. Surgery is scheduled for the week after we get back. She's able to walk, and in fact will start to feel even better the longer it goes (crazy, considering her ACL is no longer even attached to bone).

Pope-death watch resumes.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Update: trip to Italy back on!

Evidently, the girl has to go to PT to strengthen whatever she has left in her knee before surgery, and that'll take about 3 weeks. Surgery is scheduled for the week after we get back. She's able to walk, and in fact will start to feel even better the longer it goes (crazy, considering her ACL is no longer even attached to bone).

Pope-death watch resumes.

I feel like something will happen on this trip that you'll catch blame for. Godspeed.