Red Mosquito

Strat wrote:Another reason we need to move: Wife is in baltimore visiting family.. I am going there Thursday for the weekend. Was gonna drive down thursday morning in time for my flight. Now, forecasted possible 10 inches of snow starting tomorrow night which will completely derail my commute. So, now i have to drive down tomorrow evening to beat the storm which now costs me a hotel and an extra night for our dog at the daycare. So, $225 additional. Fuck

Strat wrote:Another reason we need to move: Wife is in baltimore visiting family.. I am going there Thursday for the weekend. Was gonna drive down thursday morning in time for my flight. Now, forecasted possible 10 inches of snow starting tomorrow night which will completely derail my commute. So, now i have to drive down tomorrow evening to beat the storm which now costs me a hotel and an extra night for our dog at the daycare. So, $225 additional. Fuck

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Strat wrote:Another reason we need to move: Wife is in baltimore visiting family.. I am going there Thursday for the weekend. Was gonna drive down thursday morning in time for my flight. Now, forecasted possible 10 inches of snow starting tomorrow night which will completely derail my commute. So, now i have to drive down tomorrow evening to beat the storm which now costs me a hotel and an extra night for our dog at the daycare. So, $225 additional. Fuck

o'hare and midway airports (from where i can pretty much fly to anywhere in the world) are equidistant to where i live by about 8 miles in both directions. reading your post definitely reminds me of how much i take for granted living where i live.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Strat wrote:Another reason we need to move: Wife is in baltimore visiting family.. I am going there Thursday for the weekend. Was gonna drive down thursday morning in time for my flight. Now, forecasted possible 10 inches of snow starting tomorrow night which will completely derail my commute. So, now i have to drive down tomorrow evening to beat the storm which now costs me a hotel and an extra night for our dog at the daycare. So, $225 additional. Fuck

o'hare and midway airports (from where i can pretty much fly to anywhere in the world) are equidistant to where i live by about 8 miles in both directions. reading your post definitely reminds me of how much i take for granted living where i live.

LetMeSleep wrote:Just bought a place. Very chilled. Nice.

Spoiler: show

Rock out my man. Congrats.

AmirahMoon wrote:Man, the weather can really throw a curveball sometimes! It's frustrating when travel plans get disrupted by snow, not to mention the extra expenses. But it's a reminder of the perks of living close to major airports, right? I totally get where you're coming from.
It's interesting how your location affects your travel options. Living near airports can be a game-changer. And speaking of location, if you ever need help managing properties, you might want to check out Kingston Property Management. They've got the lowdown on the real estate scene. Here's the link: https://axonproperties.ca/

spike wrote:

AmirahMoon wrote:Man, the weather can really throw a curveball sometimes! It's frustrating when travel plans get disrupted by snow, not to mention the extra expenses. But it's a reminder of the perks of living close to major airports, right? I totally get where you're coming from.
It's interesting how your location affects your travel options. Living near airports can be a game-changer. And speaking of location, if you ever need help managing properties, you might want to check out Kingston Property Management. They've got the lowdown on the real estate scene. Here's the link: https://axonproperties.ca/

:unfrozen caveman lawyer voice:

Higgs wrote:

LetMeSleep wrote:Just bought a place. Very chilled. Nice.

Fuck yes.

Here's a very unchilled house warming present for you.

Spoiler: show

Rock out my man. Congrats.

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.

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.