Red Mosquito

Coach wrote:

96583UP wrote:laundry, dishes, exercise, salad, walk on beach, more salad, more laundry, more dishes, even more salad

I can't wait to hear what you weigh this week. Very good weight loss actions here. Very good.

Rangi Guy wrote:Had an emergency team meeting this morning to let us know why one of our senior staff members won't be with us for a while. Apparently him and his wife were attacked by their son yesterday, he's stable - she's critical and the homestead they bought just before Covid hit, and have been rennovating for the past few years went up in flames. Really surreal way to start the week

Rangi Guy wrote:Had an emergency team meeting this morning to let us know why one of our senior staff members won't be with us for a while. Apparently him and his wife were attacked by their son yesterday, he's stable - she's critical and the homestead they bought just before Covid hit, and have been rennovating for the past few years went up in flames. Really surreal way to start the week

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.

spike wrote:This time of year, mice.

VinylGuy wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:Had an emergency team meeting this morning to let us know why one of our senior staff members won't be with us for a while. Apparently him and his wife were attacked by their son yesterday, he's stable - she's critical and the homestead they bought just before Covid hit, and have been rennovating for the past few years went up in flames. Really surreal way to start the week

attacked by their son? wtf

Rangi Guy wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:Had an emergency team meeting this morning to let us know why one of our senior staff members won't be with us for a while. Apparently him and his wife were attacked by their son yesterday, he's stable - she's critical and the homestead they bought just before Covid hit, and have been rennovating for the past few years went up in flames. Really surreal way to start the week

attacked by their son? wtf

Here's the news article - pretty much everything I know so far. Hoping for some positive news today

https://www.stuff.co.nz/timaru-herald/1 ... -homestead

Higgs wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:Had an emergency team meeting this morning to let us know why one of our senior staff members won't be with us for a while. Apparently him and his wife were attacked by their son yesterday, he's stable - she's critical and the homestead they bought just before Covid hit, and have been rennovating for the past few years went up in flames. Really surreal way to start the week

attacked by their son? wtf

Here's the news article - pretty much everything I know so far. Hoping for some positive news today

https://www.stuff.co.nz/timaru-herald/1 ... -homestead

Man, that place looked beautiful. Built in 1860 too. Let me guess - meth is involved.

That's seriously fucked up Rangi. That poor family.

tommy wrote:Found out that my sister has breast cancer. Sounds like they caught it early. She's waiting to hear back from the doctor about the next steps.

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.

tommy wrote:Found out that my sister has breast cancer. Sounds like they caught it early. She's waiting to hear back from the doctor about the next steps.