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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 10, 2016 - 10:42am PT
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Weej:
I'm unable to read the message as Google is preventing me from accessing the mail you sent (9:43 a.m.. Looks like two images but it I cannot download them.
mfm
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 10, 2016 - 12:07pm PT
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Ho shoot,
It seems the email from that saucer er, Sorcerer, is from sources not benign!!
a computer hack, a Virus, maybe
There is a thread.....
Sorry to hear that you may be.......
How is you doing anyway ,
don't share,
Life only sucks then . . . You know
QUE! The Band .... Shut up and let the Angels do the do ..
The boezoe,in my backyard is into burning, it fouls the neighborhood more than his
squawking chickens.
If he were not a high-school teacher,
and claiming to specialize in Marine Biology!
I would shut his syrup making down
on the grounds of air pollution .
I have to bight my lip and look past the azz hat , give him no satisfaction,
not let him know. ..
That I can't stand
that his pollutin' ways,
ruin the quiet enjoyment,
choke the air out of the streams and ponds,
killing off the Bass,
and making the Trout streams, that are stocked,
Un survivable for any fish.
he knows, that I ran off all the deer that would sleep in the woods by the swap back there.
I took two aluminum baseball bats, of differing pitches, when banged together.
A charming sound at dawn and dusk and thee time in the middle of the night.
See those Bucks. . . C 'em NoMore, NO MORE.
Now the 'coons n' Skunks, roam where once, just 2 years ago , we had Coyotes, Foxes, and the occasional Bear, in the middle of upscale suburbia!
He brought in the chickens used poison , I found an in distress mouse, the victim of his Salt licks, and cheap deer scent.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 10, 2016 - 12:10pm PT
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Oh gosh. Edited to say not so happy about the evil Wedge mail. I hope your computer is not infected.
Sir Mouse,
Just happy to know you heard from Weej.
We are busy here cleaning out the attic, the garage, the library, and assorted storage nooks and crannies.
And doing early spring yard and flower bed cleaning.
Nothing interesting or challenging, just normal human stuff.
I hope you are doing well and that the little book I sent arrived by now. Glad the fire in the dumpster was not a book-burning event.
ff, who is worrying about my apple trees which are being nibbled by the porcupines.
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Mar 10, 2016 - 12:20pm PT
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I posted about Emma on the Dog's Life thread, she's at the Vet and comes home tomorrow. Found out she has diabetes to go with her kidney problems, poor girl.
Possum in the trap this morning. Guess we're going for a drive tonight.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 10, 2016 - 12:26pm PT
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Bushman
I've got that skunk scheen, on my dog,
yikes I'm not happy, tics & The diabetic, do you know what caused it?
the dog food? Hope to hear that she is responding to the vet advice..
Dale Perswig, has not responded to me but he is a very knowledgeable Vet....
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Mar 10, 2016 - 01:39pm PT
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She was on a prescription kidney friendly dog food so maybe not that. Otherwise I don't know...will keep ya'll posted.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Mar 10, 2016 - 03:00pm PT
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How long on the prescription dog food?
You must look carefully at the lab numbers. Ruby's numbers were out whack. Fluids, rehydration etc. got her numbers back down in range. They said keep her on the kidney food and no other food. We did. What they didn't say was get her re-checked again in around six months.
Good luck.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 10, 2016 - 03:44pm PT
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Time out for Doggie Diversions, a splendid little climb above Camp 4 and an "easy day for the ladies" of today at 5.9.
Deviations abound, as well.
(My beta: Take bug repellent along on this one.)
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Mar 10, 2016 - 05:07pm PT
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Is that iron in that rock?
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 10, 2016 - 05:15pm PT
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Varnish.
:)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 10, 2016 - 06:00pm PT
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Varnish?
On the rock ? Or the violin?
I'm not confused, just stepping back in,
homey has fans that don't want to out the climbing
In Danbury Ct or Green pond Nj -
now I'm easy to find
I might just Care if the things
with or without my name, get published,
Barely climbed on, no fixe'd anchors
almost no chalk
is better Than all phooked up.
Either way I'm superstitious about crowing and rank sprayin' 'look at me' style of 'outing'
of such obvious 'side of the road' rock.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 10, 2016 - 06:17pm PT
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tee hee hee
I was making a joke. Tuning rocks with varnish. Fundamentally different glazes dipped on like porcelain vessels produce different tones when the vessels are struck. Some of my porcelain works have musical qualities, so why not varnish on rock to tune the rock?
I am being completely silly, having been out spading the flower beds and hauling home my work from the art show and other stuff today. But I am entirely sober.
Mouse, I like your leaf shadow on rock, your iron rock, and mostly the new knowledge about varnish on violins. Very fascinating information!
Now back to reading W. H. Murray. He and Shipton are discussing the Yeti prints they saw and photographed.
Carry on having entirely too much fun,
ff
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Mar 10, 2016 - 07:07pm PT
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Iron. wood, vanish
My mother knew it well
Postcard? OK
Icy
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 10, 2016 - 07:17pm PT
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hey there say, oh my...
bushman, very sad to hear of the pupdog being sick...
hope things will work out...
feralfae, wow, glad to see you here...
mouse, whewwwwwww, glad the fire was spotted and stopped...
wow, will you LOOK AT THAT:
S P O TT E D
S T O PP E D ...
OH MY ... :)
interesting... :)
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Mar 10, 2016 - 09:41pm PT
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Possum Pot Pie
Luke and I took a possum for a ride
Way out yonder in the country side
Luke's a good boy but he didn't wanna go
Dog wasn't sayin what a possum would know
Dog in the front and the possum in back
Ugly old possum shoulda put 'em in a sack
I let him run off down by a creek
Hope I don't see 'em at least a week
Grandpa used say he made possum pot pie
Back 'em in corner and shoot 'em in the eye
I never had much stomach for that
Great white hunter ain't never coming back
Grandpa simmered up his possum Pie
Then one day grandpa up and died
Last thing he told me was I had to try
If it made him happy I'd have possum pot pie
Possum pot pie
Possum pot pie
Cook it on up and stick in your eye
Possum pot pie
Possum pot pie
Their so damn ugly I could almost die
-bushman
03/10/2016
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 11, 2016 - 12:06am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
True teenage brutality: kicking opossums.
Sounds like a Injun name, eh? Kicking Opossums. Drooling Moose. Tribal names.
Mouse and Muskrat and Jokes did just that, though, did in several "innocent" opossums while cruising on Bear Creek Drive after dark.
This took place when we'd see the telltale beady eyes in the headlights, pull over at the nearest wide spot and pile out to go kick the opossums.
This child of God remembers his pointy-toe Italian-style wing-tips (only $17 plus postage from my summer boss Don at the Raymond CDF fire station) and their devastating effect.
This type of tribal behavior is common, I'm sure, among human young who've eluded adult supervision and exploited the parents' love.
Why we did it is anyone's guess, but it is one thing these three of The Flames must own to having done. Jeff drove, Jokes was "shotgun," and I was the assassin in the back seat.
Richard Barry, Jack Meade, Rod Whittaker, all three with no nicknames, were among the clique, and so participated as "ride-alongs," and therefore accessories.
Part of the deal is that they're such easy targets--they just lay there, feigning death for all it's worth.
Not a breath. Not a single whisker moving. The tail just lying there, limp.
But this pathetic presentation never moved me from my objective, which was a gently-rising arc of ugly varmint, followed by a swift descent into the bushes along the creek.
One time, I went the other way, lofting a big one over the irrigation canal and landing it on the opposite side on the top of the berm.
There was a flow gate with a foot-bridge which led to the other side. We all rushed over and found an old empty 55-gallon drum which we up-ended over Mr. O and left as his marker.
We were depraved. We were seventeen. We didn't smoke dope back then.
When we learned to smoke dope, the opossum population breathed a deep sigh of relief.
My brother Mike had dogs, so you know he ran some varmints on occasion, just to keep them in shape.
All disgusting to me now. I'm not a hunter, but I was a killer. Mea culpa.
[Click to View YouTube Video]For zBrown, another "Old Blue." :0)
OLD BLUE
(Chorus)
Yah, Old Blue'
You good dog, you!
I had a dog and his name was Blue
And I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too
Come on, Blue
You good dog, you
I shouldered my gun and I tooted my horn
And I went to get a possum in the new ground corn
Come on, Blue
You can come too
(chorus)
Old Blue bayed, and I went to see
Blue had a possum in a ‘simmon tree
Come on, Blue
You good dog, you
That possum come out on a swinging limb
Blue barked at the possum, possum growled at him
Come on, Blue
You good dog, you
(chorus)
Blue grinned at me and I winked at him
I shook out the possum out, Blue took him in
Come on, Blue
You good dog, you
Baked that possum nice and brown
And I layed them sweet potatoes round and round
Come on, Blue
You can have some, too
(chorus)
Well, Old Blue died and he died so hard
He shook the ground in my backyard
Go on, Blue
You good dog, you
Dug his grave with a silver spade
Lowered him down with a golden chain
Go on, Blue
You good dog, you
(chorus)
When I get to heaven first thing I'll do
Take my horn and blow for Blue
Go on, Blue
I'm comin' too
Come on Blue, come on Blue
There's a possum in Heaven for me and you
Go on, Blue
You good dog, you
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 11, 2016 - 12:28am PT
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So ya have me teared up, again, as if the Brutus of Wyde; his remembrance thread & Coz and Cal*
( *he was a fella from here, in small rock hell, like me but older, fell while soloing easy to set a rope Why? on the 1st warm Sunday of the season ) Now back to the de-regular..
I made a tube gun or a zip, it shot 22s
three times, then ya know, it blew the tip off a' my thumb
My dad could'a lost a son
I was into climbin' things and thought the church looked fun
Is there a thirteenth pew where you come from?
We, that is, the family we, never lived it down,
Fire truck ladders have platform steps ,
And massive female holes to lock the cherry picker bucket in
I still swear I had it sussed,
and there were springy bushes 'round the base,
That was not the case at town halls' clock tower.
Soon enough I spotted the corner of the high school,
The get high corner by the get some hill,
I wasn't in junior high yet,
that's how you Start gettin' high at 11
You project the 'bridging'; stemming up the corner,
with high high schoolers, the cool big kids
egging you on - "higher, higher 'spider', ya can do it"
so in 5 years you can climb in & out of the
third floor window of English class
thus getting to spend Saturday helping 'move' The teacher,
1st literary literally love was not much in picture,
she was so, an easy girl, did you know that one too?
got red by the bookreader, she had matching Afros
( 70s bush joke, that sure changed, Bushes, all of 'em jokes and ....)
But for killin things with a wrist rocket I had little spunk,
It made me sad when I trapped a blue jay in a spring leg trap
For fire works on the tails of cats I was also not a fan
So the girls in the neighborhood let me take them hiking.
When I fought with the big kids up the street they all caught thumbs in the eye
Who taught me that? The guys who faked it on Saturday mornings
On Wide world of wrestling, the polish sausage guy?
Bruno Samartino, or Randy Superfly Snukka, what guys to have as fighting instructors. . .
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Mar 11, 2016 - 04:36am PT
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hey there say, zbrown... wow, i will go look up 'ironwood'...
man oh man, look at that SNOW, :O
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