Tuesday, June 29, 2010

They say; yes, yes. They say, that one never notices the changes in another if seen everyday. And they also say that after a period of absence changes are apparent.

Renter looked terrible.

I say: I’d either best see him every day or not see him again.

It goes more and more quickly. His wife continues cheerful and optimistic, but she talks less for him and waits longer for him to complete his thoughts.

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I was adopted by a Duckling yesterday.

I rejected the honor, and captured the critter. My life is full of strange events.

I chose to lope off the heads of the grasses and weeds composing my front yard yesterday. I fired up the instrument of destruction and zero turned my way out of the shed and damn near ran over a two pound duckling hot footing it across the drive. Not a clue as to where it came from, who owned the creature, nor what its excuse for being might be, but it put away half a pint of water I gave it to drink and wasn’t shy of people.

It was still around when I’d finished my shortening of the grasses, so I gathered it up and transported it to Renters home place. That was when I was shocked by Renters physical appearance.

I left the duck, carried away the memory and regretted I’d gone over.

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In addition to the awakening of the Renters condition, I was surprised to find I’ve been playing more PLO8 than I’d thought. I’d thought I’d cut poker by a great deal (for me, at any rate. The actual time and number of hands for a committed played are negligible, but amount to a great many to the twenty five hands a day player.).

I went over two hundred hands a day, three days in a row.

I must cut down.

Although, running into the guy giving away free money, while novel, is still nice.

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Kagan  is still determined to impose on the courts the “the feelings” of the human condition. She wants the liberal view of the law responding to social justice, not the human condition responding to the impartial dictates of the law.

Wants should be greater than the justice.

Horse hockey.

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Boy, this is a depressing post. Talking about the decline of a neighbor, a system and a lost duckling.

I think I’ll have that first cuppa and try a short story. Writing those things cheers me up – mostly.

Oh, and Tao of Pauly tells us his book Lost Vegas is ready for purchase in Print On Demand from the lulu.com press. Pauly has been after completion of the book for the last five years.

Finally.

Go spend six bucks. Ah, plus minimal shipping.

No!

Don’t ask. I don’t know if he wants the love or the money.

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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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