Monday, June 28, 2010

 

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Good Morning!

Good Monday Morning!

Coming off the lazy, loggy feeling of the weekend; having put up with summer time heat – as if winter had such, I thought I’d saturate myself in East Coast stuff. They are a bit strange on the other side of the Mississippi River (or is my view point segued because Washington D.C. is over there somewhere?).

Having caught-up with the blogs, purged my mind of poker hands and winning and losing and that dude on the other side of the table is crazy as a . . ., which by the way, brings up the French leaving the International poker scene. Good Luck, guys. It started some months ago and is a general movement. I’m curious as to the way the US and the States are going to handle it.

I’m also curious to find a post of mine (a couple really) that dealt with the topic. I think I read the winds on those. I was interested in how well I really did. Never mind. It’s Monday, I’m in no mood to think.

This from last week:

Written in block letters by my grocer, his sign on his front door:

“Clothing must be worn before entering the store”

I asked the manager if he was okay with me shopping nude, with my clothing locked safely in my car, providing I’d worn them before entering.

He asked if I had the nerve.

In poker, that would be calling a bluff.

And then this, from a blog:

[ . . ]

Then we went inside to sand the floor and get ready to bring the cows in for milking.
Becky was standing innocently near the window, just waiting.
Lemonade, her big show cow, stuck her nose in the window…unseen by her owner…and let out a mighty bellowing moo about six inches from her ear.

Didjaknow?
That girl can jump.
And I do believe that cows can laugh.

http://northviewdiary.blogspot.com

As one may see, mind games.

On a Monday.

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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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