Red Mosquito

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:I am struggling mightily to get out of bed this morning

Let’s go back. I got out of bed at 4:00. Did sleep on the couch for another 30 minutes, but today is going to suck

JuanHamm wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:I am struggling mightily to get out of bed this morning

Let’s go back. I got out of bed at 4:00. Did sleep on the couch for another 30 minutes, but today is going to suck

I'd love to go home. I'm dealing with an almost impossible stairwell today.

JuanHamm wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:I am struggling mightily to get out of bed this morning

Let’s go back. I got out of bed at 4:00. Did sleep on the couch for another 30 minutes, but today is going to suck

I'd love to go home. I'm dealing with an almost impossible stairwell today.

spike wrote:My four year old nephew is over today to be watched by the grands, but they both keep disappearing for long stretches. Luckily the wife and I are heading to a winery for “lunch” in an hour.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Is your nephew driving you there?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Is your nephew driving you there?

what kind of ridiculous question is that lenny? of course not.

they're hiring a car service.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Is your nephew driving you there?

what kind of ridiculous question is that lenny? of course not.

they're hiring a car service.

spike wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Is your nephew driving you there?

what kind of ridiculous question is that lenny? of course not.

they're hiring a car service.

I only had a couple beers… going over to brother’s in a bit to add on.

The wife ordered a sparkling wine and is now taking a nap.

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.

dad wrote:kids ruin everything.

JuanHamm wrote:Let's make them work in mines