Sunday, June 27, 2010

Spin me confusion.

Question mark, exclamation, question mark.

Comic Book  use of the English language.

My intro to Sunday morning.

For the past couple of days I’ve been thinking of conversations with neighbors and friends – did you know the guy that gases the truck is related by marriage to the near neighbor and the gas guy won’t talk politics (“I’m not smart enough”), but does consider Black’s a bad thing and (Insert ‘N’ word here). I thought most of that had died out.

Then there’s Outside The Lines morning article on Purple Drank – what’s that all about? Well, they told us. It is difficult to visualize; I mean, what with a man’s safety, income and reactions needing to be sharp and top-notch in a football game and all. Why drink something to bring down the natural defenses evolution so finely honed over the millennia.

I got to thinking about some of those conversations I’d listened to and integrating the information with what I think I know. Like, Deer and Mountain Goats  like roads for the winter salt. They lick the asphalt for the stuff – deer especially at night, which explains why the Deer are on, not crossing the road at night, which, in answer to a friend, brings up the subject of why do deer go back the way they came from, which is usually directly across your vehicles path.

The answer to the deer thing is simple. The way they came from is clear and safe – they know that because they, themselves, have cleared that area by coming through it. Goats are another thing. They don’t seem to understand what a vehicle is.

Why? What’s the survival technique in cattle grazing into the wind and horses grazing down wind? Then there are Baboons sending a single pack member to the water hole while the rest wait. That’s understandable. The crocodiles need at least one chance for a meal.

So, when I hear the Purple Drank stuff and drinking and driving bit, I shake my head. But the following picture gave me pause:

 

photoshare Time For Siesta No Location Listed KlaasBoersma   

Tell me, then, the survival mechanism at work here. People watch over the water. All manner of animals watch over the water.

Sheep turn their backs on the water.

Go ahead.

Spin me confusion.

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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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