Sunday, September 02, 2007

This happens to be the “Big” weekend for the village. Each year the various families gather the wanderers and we have community sponsored events, challenge ball games and the obligatory parade with fire trucks and tricycles and kids of all sorts.

We are missing the mule races this year.  Sad that.  Instead we have terrain vehicles of various makes and models cutting ruts to be repaired in unexpected places.

Still,  its nice to see folks enjoying themselves and others.

The preliminary event this year took place at the bar and grill. I live a quarter mile down the road and I didn’t miss much of the music activity.  Oddly, the only thing louder than the music was the occasional feminine voice protesting some activity or another.

I maybe should have drifted down that way.

***

On the other hand the day was productive in another way. I played myself pitch and run on my home made golf range.  I have improved to the point of landing fifty of seventy pitches inside a twenty-five foot diameter circle from distances between thirty and forty yards.

What that is worth in real world terms remains to be seen.  But I feel a lot better about myself, considering a Nine Iron was a complete stranger not many days ago.

Now that I haven’t to chase balls all over the joint I’m considering cutting the grasses to allow pitches at longer ranges. I’ll never have greens as hard, or as large, as my Golf Club; but I think the smaller greens area (less than thirty feet diameter) should allow me to develop some skills in control from varying ranges. 

At least I hope so.

***

Poker goes badly. I’m still calling that big bet on the river.  Bad judgment. Still getting beat by a single pip, whether high or low, or both isn’t all that horrible.

Or maybe it is.  Losing is not great.

***

I enjoyed the KSU/Auburn game yesterday.  Fun times.

As an aside note; I’ve been watching ESPN this morning review the hundreds of feet of film highlights, and haven’t seen a darn thing about FSU (which is one of my favorite teams.  Its the colors of the uniforms I think.).

The hours I think I’m going to waste waiting for that score makes me shudder. But I gotta have it.

Soon.

_____

From the reaches,

Ten Mile 

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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