Teh Squeaky Wheel
Shark-Stallion Saturday salutations, Wheelizens! (Good one, Mac!)
FTR has invited us over for an early Father’s Day brunch today. We’ll get to see all of them in one place for the first time in far too long, their new house and the grand-puppies.
(It’s mighty nice that FTR is inclined to fuss over her step-old man; very grateful that’s how things worked out between the two of us.)
Good day, GN! Geez, I got nuthin’ today.
Good morning, Fatwa and Sven.
Fatwa, that is great you have such a good relationship with her. What a blessing.
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation! Now with moar land shark!
Good morning, Fatwa, Sven, and Mac!
Fatwa -- as Mac said, it’s great that you’ve got such a good relationship with FTR.
Hoping to get some more room cleared out in the garage today. The goal is to eventually get Mrs. Paddy’s car in there.
Worth a short read.
“What is to be done? Touch grass. Go outside. Log off more often. As we face an increasingly artificial world, in which the spaces we live in are more and more constructed by algorithms and people who do not care about us but have an agenda, we must reacquaint ourselves with the baseline data of our physical environments and the people who we should categorize as “neighbor” and “family.” The only way to avoid playing the fool is to find the wisdom there is in dirt and human flesh, which our civilization has long described as “common sense.” Its place is in relationship and physical space, in walks hand-in-hand and the labored breath of cresting a tall hill. It is not to be found in “the news.”
Well worth the read. Thanks, Sven.
Thatsa funny lookin cat, there.
Good morning, dv8! I hope all is well in your corner of the multiverse.