Wednesday, September 26, 2007


Tomorrow is payday.  Makes a body feel human – until the mail arrives.


Finished another Jim Butcher “Dresden” book.  Pity.  I’m reading the series back-end to. Not through choice.  Well, maybe it is through choice; but, I read the latest first, then the one before that and then I discovered a store with all of them available, and then . .. Well, I’m reading the series backwards.

Sigh. How else? I mean, really!


I have begun receiving those bonus letters from UB again. Which means they want another min deposit from me. Yeah. I can’t win a hand, either. Same old, same old.

Doesn’t matter, I’ll take ’em back down to the penny tables again.  Maybe they’ll let me play another month on the ten bucks I have left.

Full Tilt hasn’t offered the bonus. It just takes the money on those well published set over sets. Except, on occasion, they throw in the one pip better because I play PLO8.


I became impatient with my daily grind learning to use the Nine Iron the other day. So, I smacked the damn ball a good one. Almost as hard as I could hit it. It disappeared over the trees on the North boundary and I felt very, very good.

I knew I wouldn’t go chase it, also.

I got it back today. 

My northern neighbor gave it to me.  He mentioned that he had been out and about in the pasture and the ball had hit one of his steers. And ended near him while he was cleaning away some brush.

He did mention that he had become feed up once or twice himself playing golf and asked how the practice was going.


I love small towns.


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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