Red Mosquito

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:We’re about to grab lunch at a joint by the big pool, but they’ve just started blasting Macarena nearby, so I could see my wife calling a frustrated audible.

wait. now where the heck are you?

Mexico

for what?

a quinceañera.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:We’re about to grab lunch at a joint by the big pool, but they’ve just started blasting Macarena nearby, so I could see my wife calling a frustrated audible.

wait. now where the heck are you?

Mexico

for what?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:We’re about to grab lunch at a joint by the big pool, but they’ve just started blasting Macarena nearby, so I could see my wife calling a frustrated audible.

wait. now where the heck are you?

Mexico

for what?

a quinceañera.

they grow up so rapido

spike wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:We’re about to grab lunch at a joint by the big pool, but they’ve just started blasting Macarena nearby, so I could see my wife calling a frustrated audible.

wait. now where the heck are you?

Mexico

for what?

Kid is on holiday break and wife wanted some beach. May do it again in February.

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.

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:Did you take the bus to Tulum because a kid at the airport in Coz hustled you for $100. But to get your wristbands for the bus, you had to first meet Javier at the ferry?? But that day you aren’t going to Tulum?

Instead you end up going down an alleyway in Playa, to get into a car with a strange woman that Javier passed you off to. And just went you think you’re now a hostage, you end up at vacation club all day sales funnel with a British guy, and another guy named Big Sal who wont let you leave until he hustles you for $16,000?

Vitalogist wrote:Traveling to Dayton to see family today

tommy wrote:

Vitalogist wrote:Traveling to Dayton to see family today

Tell them we said Hi

spike wrote:

tommy wrote:

Vitalogist wrote:Traveling to Dayton to see family today

Tell them we said Hi

From afar

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.

doug rr wrote:no, just a lot of rain and orcas trying to kill something for an hour our so

tragabigzanda wrote:I’m confused, were the two events related ?