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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Saturday morning's meeting at city hall.There are seven million sawbucks in the City Pocket. This is the way we decide how many of them to spend on what. It's fascinating, and it is tedious, but someone needs to do it.
Donuts and coffee are nice, but the table was loaded with all kinds of goodies. I'm coming to the next $$ planning meeting, too!
Cookies for free, who could want more?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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From January of last year:
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2013/01/15/2757882/downtown-business-booming-in-merced.html
It was an especially good night the other night when I went into the Bistro after having stayed out of there for about four long months. It is one of the best places to get friendly service and good atmosphere and good wines, even if it costs some. Live well or not, you do what pleases you, you're a human with needs--it's terrible having to eat alone if you don't need to, but that's the way my life has headed, and there is no need to worry. I get around.
But I had a bit of a run-in with one owner of the four who partnered in this restaurant. He did me a disservice and I have held it against him, only hurting myself.
I spoke to his partner, the Chef, and Robert laid it out. The partnership is now just he and Mark, the one who dogged me last summer, he told me. I know no specifics, just that Carina and her brother-in-law are now out of it. Carina was especially nice to me. Sorry.
Anyhow, the thing is that I really don't have a gripe, just hurt feelings and they are mollified now, so it's cool. I did the right thing because I had absolutely one of the best steaks I've ever had there the night after I had the talk with Robert.
It's up to us to create our happiness. Nobody will do it for you.
Though lately I've found that friends have that knack. That's why they are friends.
I wish to figuratively gift you with the single best bottle of wine I ever had, purchased from the 17th St. Public House and just finished the other day when Peyton lost.
Drink life to the lees.
Or if you prefer a robust stout, here, try a bottle of this on me.
Gene, what's up, bud?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm outta here for a day trip to the Park, the Ditch, the Valley, the Bitch.
Sheeit, shee's callin' my name and I'm seriously sweating.
My name is Mrs. Joe DiMaggio.
My name is Mrs. Joe DiMaggio.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Peace, and out the door.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
thank you!
here, folks, is a NEW way to keep coffee hot...
;)
set it on really neat hot-chili, :)
well, if not hot, will keep in EASY to spot, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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my friend, Mouse!
We had to hot-wire 'em just like everybody else.
Except for the group that would sneak onto the car lots and grab some keys and take them over to the Sprouse-Reitz Five and Dime and make duplicate keys.
Then come back in the middle of the night and have the use of various T-Birds and Corvettes for speed runs on the Silver Strand. Carz Clubbing at it's finest. Still, we didn't go as fast as McKinney.
Eventually everybody got caught and let off for time well-served and showing good initiative. I think everybody was wearing suede and alligator shoes with huge horse-shoe taps. Must be how folks got recorded in the old days.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Uh, isn't this an alcohol-free zone.
Moose turd pie? Who knows? It's good though!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm real GOOD.
I'm not searching for a "reason."
4 Dimensions.
Maybe.
Quickeen quien, moonbeam, SR. Senor Chappie?
Please, we've not met, Senor.
My condolence on the plight of your father.
If it means anything, I kinda know what you might be realizing.
So I just wanna say,
"Otay."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What neat phrases to describe lunar phases.
Sam y Jeysus,
Try and get oloose,
First boats on Sunnyngside, Rattlesnide hide...
Don't ming dyin', I'm just twenty-one and die don't give me the Moose.
Pretty good rock n' roll, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Home t'again.
Holmes t'again, call me the pinkg pig.
Holmes, againt, Holmes, the phrasing called "a-gang & y ging."
Diggerty dig.
GRASS TACKS.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Speaking of Gandy Dancers, some folks actually work for a living.
For home use only, don't go bandying this around in public - or else.
Warning: gratuitous spider web shot @3:35. Rumoured to be where Koerner picked up his moniker.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Intermission.
5.9, let's go to the Coffee Shop.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]If I had my MP3 thru forty-seven miles of bob wire, this is the stuff I'd be listening to. To which I would be grazing my eyes on the pastures of heaven, paradise, the ditch.[Click to View YouTube Video]
It is IN THE INTEREST of you aesthetes to observe the severity of the drought as interpreted in Browns, Greys, and Greens. These schemes mean dreams of water, light, and power.
And flying, climbing, and dancing.
It was all mine, and people that I met were glad to share their wear and tear in lifetimes live here in hearing distance of God's deep voices.
I was happy trailin' it with God's music playing in my head. Witchy tai tow.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Huel de Merced, my friend.
A rather half-hearted whack at the club sign.
"when questioned who had sent for him
he answered with his thumb ..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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At the Ahwahnee.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How many Indians will fit in this thing?
U know I don't care.
Sometimes the bear eats your shoots and you're up the creek.
Thank you, Amyjo!!!
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