Friday, December 28, 2007


  • Traveled more this week than usual. Accomplished less.
  • Great Christmas. Hope all had an equally fine one.
  • Lost some at the poker tables. Neither too much, nor too little, considering.
  • Was able to give a break and helping hand here and there.
  • Received compliments for several things from un-expected sources. How ever many months after the act.
  • Discovered I didn’t know how to receive compliments with grace.
  • Missed my silly little irons pitch because of two inches of snow. Liked the snow.
  • Found Sir Waffles, here, latest post (today’s) was mis-titled. It should have been “Dream A Little Dream“. But that is just me and my out of date taste in music.
  • Didn’t pay attention to the clock and washed out of Kat’s Martini tournament.
  • Gave the dog a knuckle bone for Christmas – one with lots of uncooked meat and gristle hanging from it. For which I’m regretful. He’s been carrying it around, whinning and fretting myself sick. I took it from him and put it in the fridge. He sat in the kitchen for three hours, until I gave it back.
  • Bought three pizzas from Popular Pizza down south and popped them in the freezer for weekend football. That is a New York style pizza made by real New York pizza makers, transplanted to this here fine state.
  • Listened to a fellow that use to drink heavily tell a sweet young thing a “can you top this story”, attempting to top hers, about getting a hat and signature from someone (neither she, from her reaction, nor I had heard of) unknown. However, the story involved going from a bar to a whore house (The Ranch) and back to the bar. It was at the bar he showed his signed hat around and received another, signed to be sure, from the bar.
  • The fellow didn’t remember who had signed the hats, but swore he remembers where they are and he would tell her.
  • On the other hand, I don’t know many business ladies. Ah, anymore.
  • The Sweet Young Thing was; very sweet and young. She probably didn’t know any business ladies at all.
  • Housekeeper pointed out that I should read the labels on my under armour. I had wondered why they didn’t fit the same as I had purchased them larger than necessary and didn’t really think I had gained all that much weight. Damn dryers.
  • I’m not a dirty old man.
  • I may be one or the other (in some eyes) but not both. At the same time.
  • The new name for myself is Lincoln. I found a telephone book at the post office and drove forty odd miles to give it to someone that asked it of me. I received no thanks for the act.
  • The receiver was not at home. I suppose that is some excuse.
  • I hope their dogs don’t chew it up. Not to distraction, of course.
  • I have no New Years resolutions. I’m a prissy wuss. I don’t want to disappoint myself.
  • If you drink and drive this weekend, pick any two lines to stay between. Better yet, do none of the three. Well, two out of three is okay. Heh!
  • Remember a non-drinking fellow giving away that advice. The drinkers took up the challenge and eventually got the guy to drink to excess. Every day.
  • Here’s to your New Year.


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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