Red Mosquito

spike wrote:Started the day at Home Depot picking out lumber with our contractor for some minor remodeling. Supplies cost came in about $200-300 under what I’d expected, so winning (so far).

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:Started the day at Home Depot picking out lumber with our contractor for some minor remodeling. Supplies cost came in about $200-300 under what I’d expected, so winning (so far).

treat yourself to a sausage dog

spike wrote:goddammit Doug

Higgs wrote:Put my back out yesterday moving a table for my wife while she was vacuuming. My big toe is killing me and I'm not sure if I've whacked it or if its some sort of gout. And I whacked my head on the car tailgate yesterday while putting shopping in and got a cut there.

I'm a goddam mess this Monday morning.

doug rr wrote:this is our last night in this house for the foreseeable future..not gonna miss it or California beach life to be honest..

knee tunes wrote:

Higgs wrote:Put my back out yesterday moving a table for my wife while she was vacuuming. My big toe is killing me and I'm not sure if I've whacked it or if its some sort of gout. And I whacked my head on the car tailgate yesterday while putting shopping in and got a cut there.

I'm a goddam mess this Monday morning.

I'm sore just from reading this

doug rr wrote:up early and ready to hit the train station for 35 hour ride..ETA to Seattle is tomorrow night 730ish. I'll be bringing my own toilet paper..you can never take that for granted...

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.