Random Thoughts XI (Eleven Pipers Piping)

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This poem is running through my head today because of life and stuff.

Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known—cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honored of them all,—
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle,
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me,
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

The much less sophisticated Boxster has an obscure regional song from 1972 rolling around in his head, Danny Holien's Colorado. I blame the Colorado thread. They were playing the heck out of that song when I was out there driving around for a week in a previous lifetime and I can still pretty much sing along with it.
 
Had a sergeant who worked for me in the Guard that just hated snorers. He would wake them up and tell them to knock that crap off, bash them with a pillow, or whatever weird thing he had in mind.

One weekend for range qualification, we're staying at Camp Dodge, and he is shaking our little platoon barracks with his snoring. I wake up in the middle of the night to the snoring and think "who is that monster?"

Then I heard where it was coming from and saw a dozen or so soldiers around his bunk with flashlights, noisemakers, and pillows. They had plans.
One of them noticed that I saw them. They all turned, and I gave the thumbs up.

It was the last time anyone bothered someone for snoring again.
 
The much less sophisticated Boxster has an obscure regional song from 1972 rolling around in his head, Danny Holien's Colorado. I blame the Colorado thread. They were playing the heck out of that song when I was out there driving around for a week in a previous lifetime and I can still pretty much sing along with it.
I make no pretensions to being sophisticated nor do I care to be perceived as such. ;)

Listen to the calling of the wilderness,
Crying for a human soul to feel.
 
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The much less sophisticated Boxster has an obscure regional song from 1972 rolling around in his head, Danny Holien's Colorado. I blame the Colorado thread. They were playing the heck out of that song when I was out there driving around for a week in a previous lifetime and I can still pretty much sing along with it.

I looked it up out of curiosity. Pretty song.
 
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1. Somebody posted the cliff notes video on here of it. 2 minutes and I made 30 seconds before exiting. Even that was slow paced.
You may like this version better.
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Need some help everyone, the gf is a bad snorer. It has really picked up the last 10 days or so since we moved. It's getting to the point where she is snoring within minutes of going to sleep. It takes me forever to get to sleep and on top of it, I'm a light sleeper.

Anyone have any tips to help with this problem? I'm not able to sleep anyway, so any tips would be appreciated right now.

A second bed and/or a mouth guard for her. I have to fall asleep first, or hubby's snoring will prevent me from sleeping. And even then I am usually up between 1-4am and move beds. But we have been married 20yrs, so totally acceptable. He had a mouth guard that worked pretty well, then that one broke and he bought a different one. Doesn't work as well.

Ugh, had to take a child to the Dr. for some issues, but not necessarily illness. I could literally feel the flu germs crawl up my nose.

Need to decide who may go to the game tomorrow night, may have one or two tickets available to us.
 
A second bed and/or a mouth guard for her. I have to fall asleep first, or hubby's snoring will prevent me from sleeping. And even then I am usually up between 1-4am and move beds. But we have been married 20yrs, so totally acceptable. He had a mouth guard that worked pretty well, then that one broke and he bought a different one. Doesn't work as well.

Ugh, had to take a child to the Dr. for some issues, but not necessarily illness. I could literally feel the flu germs crawl up my nose.

Need to decide who may go to the game tomorrow night, may have one or two tickets available to us.


Wish you'd tell MY wife that occasionally snoring is ok after 20 years. I knew I probably would Saturday night due to a headache before bed, its kind of a guarantee of it. But I remember starting to wake up, could hear myself snoring and then almost being pushed out of bed. I have almost no room on my side, I can only get halfway up before having to crawl into bed and the wife will leave her dresser drawers out about a foot so its injury time if I fall. Snoring for me is dangerous.
 
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