Red Mosquito

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.

Anders wrote:A few hour of work left, and then the weekend is here.

Higgs wrote:

Anders wrote:A few hours of work left, and then the weekend is here.

You and me both Bud.

spike wrote:The parents aren’t together. Maybe mom is on meth but deadbeat dad - who he was sent to - isn’t.

Bammer wrote:Wease I didn’t catch the result here - custody granted to you or to the degenerate parents?

wease wrote:

Bammer wrote:Wease I didn’t catch the result here - custody granted to you or to the degenerate parents?

He has been placed with his dad.

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.

wease wrote:So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

wease wrote:So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

From a legal standpoint, wouldn't it be better (for you and Mrs. Wease) to convince your niece to just let you adopt her and have full custody? It would be easier from a standpoint of the court letting you have her. Now you would have to get her permission as well as the presumptive father's (which sounds like it could also be waived with a DNA test), but it might be worth a shot to convince her of that.

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

wease wrote:So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

From a legal standpoint, wouldn't it be better (for you and Mrs. Wease) to convince your niece to just let you adopt her and have full custody? It would be easier from a standpoint of the court letting you have her. Now you would have to get her permission as well as the presumptive father's (which sounds like it could also be waived with a DNA test), but it might be worth a shot to convince her of that.

I could see Niece Mom not wanting to go that far. Too permanent, she probably thinks she can get clean and be a good mom one day.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

wease wrote:So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

From a legal standpoint, wouldn't it be better (for you and Mrs. Wease) to convince your niece to just let you adopt her and have full custody? It would be easier from a standpoint of the court letting you have her. Now you would have to get her permission as well as the presumptive father's (which sounds like it could also be waived with a DNA test), but it might be worth a shot to convince her of that.

I could see Niece Mom not wanting to go that far. Too permanent, she probably thinks she can get clean and be a good mom one day.

Yeah, I get that. But maybe this is the leverage Wease uses if she really wants that kid away from who she is with. Tough situation for sure. Sorry wease.

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.