Red Mosquito

bodysnatcher wrote:On a Tuesday?

spike wrote:Drove up to Lake Geneva, WI this morning and rented a wave runner with the wife - first time for both of us. Water was fairly choppy, but we got the hang of it. What a blast.

I think it got the wife closer to being convinced we get one, but she also forgot her DL at home so didn’t get a chance to drive. We’ll see.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:Drove up to Lake Geneva, WI this morning and rented a wave runner with the wife - first time for both of us. Water was fairly choppy, but we got the hang of it. What a blast.

I think it got the wife closer to being convinced we get one, but she also forgot her DL at home so didn’t get a chance to drive. We’ll see.

The best part is, once you get one, you’ll get another.

BTW, waverunner >>>> sea doo

Bammer wrote:Fkn burnt out from work … really from life in general. I would love to go one day where I don’t have to speak out loud.

spike wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:Drove up to Lake Geneva, WI this morning and rented a wave runner with the wife - first time for both of us. Water was fairly choppy, but we got the hang of it. What a blast.

I think it got the wife closer to being convinced we get one, but she also forgot her DL at home so didn’t get a chance to drive. We’ll see.

The best part is, once you get one, you’ll get another.

BTW, waverunner >>>> sea doo

What’s the difference?

bart wrote:Yeah my goal was to get it off before we head to the beach week after next. Still have a brace that’s as big as the cast was but it’s water proof and I can take it off to shower.

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.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Was coming home from the store at lunch when a mini pulled out in front of me. So much so that I had to slam on the breaks. I yelled "fucking spike!" and honked my horn.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote:Nine more days until my vacation.

wease wrote:

Bammer wrote:Fkn burnt out from work … really from life in general. I would love to go one day where I don’t have to speak out loud.

If you can figure out how to make this happen, please let us know.

wease wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Was coming home from the store at lunch when a mini pulled out in front of me. So much so that I had to slam on the breaks. I yelled "fucking spike!" and honked my horn.

AL

Coach wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote:Nine more days until my vacation.

Counting down the days 'till Lethal Weapon 5, too.