old3bob Posted January 16 (is this how she thinks?) ...what did you say honey? 1 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Keith108 Posted January 17 My wife loves it when I say: "when you say something important, I will start listening." Just kidding, she doesn't love that... 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
old3bob Posted January 17 4 hours ago, Keith108 said: My wife loves it when I say: "when you say something important, I will start listening." Just kidding, she doesn't love that... that could be one way to feel the workings of instant karma 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Nungali Posted January 17 7 hours ago, Keith108 said: My wife loves it when I say: "when you say something important, I will start listening." Just kidding, she doesn't love that... Marital bliss is it ? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Keith108 Posted January 17 28 minutes ago, Nungali said: Marital bliss is it ? Over 30 years, my friend. 😀 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mark Foote Posted 12 hours ago On 1/18/2026 at 2:58 AM, S:C said: Courtesy Google: They all have the same ways Of weighing down in the hollows of our beds Abandoned to their mysteries Casually deserting our lives They all have the same ways The men, the sleeping men They all have the same face Serene, relaxed, rejuvenated They resemble well-behaved children As they sometimes smile They all have the same face The men, the sleeping men Sated and languid In the depths of our comfort They sleep heavily Inexorably With persistence Even insolence They sleep liberated Far from everything, far from us We, the eternal, the anxious ones The tender lovers We, the curious ones, watch them With the cunning of mice We, the eternal, the anxious ones We watch them, we watch them The men... Asleep Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
old3bob Posted 11 hours ago 1 hour ago, Mark Foote said: Courtesy Google: They all have the same ways Of weighing down in the hollows of our beds Abandoned to their mysteries Casually deserting our lives They all have the same ways The men, the sleeping men They all have the same face Serene, relaxed, rejuvenated They resemble well-behaved children As they sometimes smile They all have the same face The men, the sleeping men Sated and languid In the depths of our comfort They sleep heavily Inexorably With persistence Even insolence They sleep liberated Far from everything, far from us We, the eternal, the anxious ones The tender lovers We, the curious ones, watch them With the cunning of mice We, the eternal, the anxious ones We watch them, we watch them The men... Asleep sounds deep, but the Self in all beings never sleeps... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
