Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:sitting poolside at the resort with a drink in my hand.

coffee and water?

spike wrote:My wife’s suitcase didn’t make it on the plane. Thanks to air tags, she was able to live chat earlier and get it sorted. It’s on the next flight to LA now, but lands the same time we take off for Melbourne. At least it should get there a day later.

spike wrote:

spike wrote:My wife’s suitcase didn’t make it on the plane. Thanks to air tags, she was able to live chat earlier and get it sorted. It’s on the next flight to LA now, but lands the same time we take off for Melbourne. At least it should get there a day later.

More luggage drama in Melbourne. Due to staff shortages, we had to wait around at the carousel for our bags that did make it for nearly two hours after landing. Not ideal after a twenty plus hour trek. At least the kid was behaved during the wait.

dad wrote:Our friends from Dallas finalized things with their business and have packed their things and family, and moved to an island in the Pacific NW. My wife talked with her friend (the wife) last night, and she asked when we were coming up to visit. We want them to get settled first. To my knowledge, they've found a home, but will likely want to do some improvements on it before moving in, so they're in a rental at the moment.

Ideally, we'd like to go up when they've settled into their actual home, and go across the border into Vancouver. Probably not until Fall, but I'm excited just thinking about it.

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:Our friends from Dallas finalized things with their business and have packed their things and family, and moved to an island in the Pacific NW. My wife talked with her friend (the wife) last night, and she asked when we were coming up to visit. We want them to get settled first. To my knowledge, they've found a home, but will likely want to do some improvements on it before moving in, so they're in a rental at the moment.

Ideally, we'd like to go up when they've settled into their actual home, and go across the border into Vancouver. Probably not until Fall, but I'm excited just thinking about it.

which island? I'll send them cookies

dad wrote:Our friends from Dallas finalized things with their business and have packed their things and family, and moved to an island in the Pacific NW. My wife talked with her friend (the wife) last night, and she asked when we were coming up to visit. We want them to get settled first. To my knowledge, they've found a home, but will likely want to do some improvements on it before moving in, so they're in a rental at the moment.

Ideally, we'd like to go up when they've settled into their actual home, and go across the border into Vancouver. Probably not until Fall, but I'm excited just thinking about it.

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:Our friends from Dallas finalized things with their business and have packed their things and family, and moved to an island in the Pacific NW. My wife talked with her friend (the wife) last night, and she asked when we were coming up to visit. We want them to get settled first. To my knowledge, they've found a home, but will likely want to do some improvements on it before moving in, so they're in a rental at the moment.

Ideally, we'd like to go up when they've settled into their actual home, and go across the border into Vancouver. Probably not until Fall, but I'm excited just thinking about it.

which island? I'll send them cookies

Vashon.

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:Our friends from Dallas finalized things with their business and have packed their things and family, and moved to an island in the Pacific NW. My wife talked with her friend (the wife) last night, and she asked when we were coming up to visit. We want them to get settled first. To my knowledge, they've found a home, but will likely want to do some improvements on it before moving in, so they're in a rental at the moment.

Ideally, we'd like to go up when they've settled into their actual home, and go across the border into Vancouver. Probably not until Fall, but I'm excited just thinking about it.

which island? I'll send them cookies

Vashon.

cool..never been. its about 2 hours south of where I'm at

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:Our friends from Dallas finalized things with their business and have packed their things and family, and moved to an island in the Pacific NW. My wife talked with her friend (the wife) last night, and she asked when we were coming up to visit. We want them to get settled first. To my knowledge, they've found a home, but will likely want to do some improvements on it before moving in, so they're in a rental at the moment.

Ideally, we'd like to go up when they've settled into their actual home, and go across the border into Vancouver. Probably not until Fall, but I'm excited just thinking about it.

which island? I'll send them cookies

Vashon.

cool..never been. its about 2 hours south of where I'm at

is that 2 hours via ferry, drive, or both?

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:

doug rr wrote:driving up to Whistler on Friday...have a house with 5 others..everyone is skiing on Saturday except me..I'll be prepping dinner and watching football

You posted this a couple days ago I think

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.

spike wrote:Finally getting to Nashville for a long weekend end of March