Tuesday, September 29, 2009

My burst of energy  tapered away on the Sunday.

Thursday morning I was energized. The git-up-and-go lasted through Sunday morning.

I put several blog entries in the can, finished a longish short story; began and completed two more to final polish stage and was singing along.

The git-up-and-go went.

Oh, the reason was obvious. I played poker very early Sunday morning (don’t read too much into that sinning on Sunday business, poker isn’t sinning – losing more than affordable is.) and lost. Went to another site, lost. Went back to the first site, lost.

Well, now.

Tried the third site and lost.

Tried the first two sites again, lost.

I was at the third site for the second time and I realized what was wrong.

Yup. Did.

I was being stupid.

Some thought went into that. So I upped the Intel levels and went fishing, it being such a beautiful day. I went to the old City Lake of Sedan, Ks. That is long way from home to drive for a couple of hours of sitting on a bucket and drowning worms (I actually used some half cooked bacon, peanut butter and grape jelly – I’m a firm believer in the old wives tales, you see.)

I said hello to my friend the Blue Heron:

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Admired the handy work of my forbearers (not to be taken literally. But could be true as most came from this area):

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Killed two six pound cat fish and came home.

I had one of the cat fish for supper while watching the football game and making hash of the poker tournament.

The fish was good, the ball game pretty good, and I’ve already said enough about poker.

Except, Monday morning I played again. On the same sites. It wasn’t a winner, nor a loser. One was actually a very good game. All evenly matched, all moderately cheap and all enjoying the give and take of the game. That’s the first of those types in a long, long time, and one wishes to find all the time.

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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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