Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Not one damn thing

those are the best weekends..

bodysnatcher wrote:Don’t be that guy bammer

tree_ wrote:Taking off werk tomorra and floatin down the river in the mornin

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I need someone to come help me install a new garage door opener this weekend. We have a pool and a beer fridge. Please?

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I need someone to come help me install a new garage door opener this weekend. We have a pool and a beer fridge. Please?

doug rr wrote:just call a guy that does that stuff

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:

doug rr wrote:just call a guy that does that stuff

Nah, this is something I know I can do. I just watched the instructional video and it seems pretty straightforward. We spent a little more and bought a wall mount one that connects directly to the door spindle instead of using the rail and chain mounted to the ceiling.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:just call a guy that does that stuff

Nah, this is something I know I can do. I just watched the instructional video and it seems pretty straightforward. We spent a little more and bought a wall mount one that connects directly to the door spindle instead of using the rail and chain mounted to the ceiling.

wait. so you spent more on a better unit but drew the line on spending to get it professionally installed?

what a weird line to draw.

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:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:just call a guy that does that stuff

Nah, this is something I know I can do. I just watched the instructional video and it seems pretty straightforward. We spent a little more and bought a wall mount one that connects directly to the door spindle instead of using the rail and chain mounted to the ceiling.

wait. so you spent more on a better unit but drew the line on spending to get it professionally installed?

what a weird line to draw.

The installation cost is about 2.5 times more than the cost of the unit.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:just call a guy that does that stuff

Nah, this is something I know I can do. I just watched the instructional video and it seems pretty straightforward. We spent a little more and bought a wall mount one that connects directly to the door spindle instead of using the rail and chain mounted to the ceiling.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:just call a guy that does that stuff

Nah, this is something I know I can do. I just watched the instructional video and it seems pretty straightforward. We spent a little more and bought a wall mount one that connects directly to the door spindle instead of using the rail and chain mounted to the ceiling.

wait. so you spent more on a better unit but drew the line on spending to get it professionally installed?

what a weird line to draw.

The installation cost is about 2.5 times more than the cost of the unit.

Sounds like it’s pretty complicated.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:just call a guy that does that stuff

Nah, this is something I know I can do. I just watched the instructional video and it seems pretty straightforward. We spent a little more and bought a wall mount one that connects directly to the door spindle instead of using the rail and chain mounted to the ceiling.

wait. so you spent more on a better unit but drew the line on spending to get it professionally installed?

what a weird line to draw.

The installation cost is about 2.5 times more than the cost of the unit.

Sounds like it’s pretty complicated.

Nah, everyone just has minimum service fee/time plus high labor rates around here. Sure, I could pay johnny-down-the-block $100 to do it, but I feel like I can do just as good of a job as him.