Amazing photos Ash!! That roadrunner with the lizard in its mouth!!! I hadn't heard the binational park idea, love it. Makes me wanna visit.
There was a nice woodpecker at the feeder here at my parents' house yesterday. My dad sits and watches it for much of the day. He's old and his memory's going fast, what do y'all think I should ask him while I can?
Thanks for the poem Heather!! I know that some people whom I love love Mary Oliver but I've never really read her. I like that one.
A couple years ago I did one of those cheesy chain letter send-a-poem things. I sent it to Larry and he played along and sent it to Amanda and so Amanda had to send me a poem. She knew I was debating a new job on the other side of the country and sent this:
*The God Who Loves You* Carl Dennis
It must be troubling for the god who loves you To ponder how much happier you’d be today Had you been able to glimpse your many futures. It must be painful for him to watch you on Friday evenings Driving home from the office, content with your week— Three fine houses sold to deserving families— Knowing as he does exactly what would have happened Had you gone to your second choice for college, Knowing the roommate you’d have been allotted Whose ardent opinions on painting and music Would have kindled in you a lifelong passion. A life thirty points above the life you’re living On any scale of satisfaction. And every point A thorn in the side of the god who loves you. You don’t want that, a large-souled man like you Who tries to withhold from your wife the day’s disappointments So she can save her empathy for the children. And would you want this god to compare your wife With the woman you were destined to meet on the other campus? It hurts you to think of him ranking the conversation You’d have enjoyed over there higher in insight Than the conversation you’re used to. And think how this loving god would feel Knowing that the man next in line for your wife Would have pleased her more than you ever will Even on your best days, when you really try. Can you sleep at night believing a god like that Is pacing his cloudy bedroom, harassed by alternatives You’re spared by ignorance? The difference between what is And what could have been will remain alive for him Even after you cease existing, after you catch a chill Running out in the snow for the morning paper, Losing eleven years that the god who loves you Will feel compelled to imagine scene by scene Unless you come to the rescue by imagining him No wiser than you are, no god at all, only a friend No closer than the actual friend you made at college, The one you haven’t written in months. Sit down tonight And write him about the life you can talk about With a claim to authority, the life you’ve witnessed, Which for all you know is the life you’ve chosen.
On Wed, Dec 22, 2021 at 12:21 PM stern stern@tilde.club wrote:
On 12/22/2021 7:39 AM, lyiriyah@tutanota.com wrote:
Eh? Is this some American thing I don't understand?
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Dec 22, 2021, 15:26 by tubbo@psychedeli.ca:
you see these dogs in your front yard?? heh.. that means me and her are goin HARD - BING BONGOn Dec 22, 2021 at 7:46 AM, <Stack <mailto:stack@tilde.club>>wrote:
The point of a mailing list is to disseminate information. I've never seen a more useless list than this. If you have nothing to say, keep it to yourselves. Unsubscribing.Yes, yes it is. It's a rather raunchy joke.