Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Twas a good and sunny day yesterday and I got to the tractor dealership in fine style.

Discovered the place I often times enjoy the buffet would not open until an hour and a half after my free time started. Figured I could be home by the time it opened, so skipped a Chinese. Bummer.

One second thought stop came up a winner. Thought while I was at the Buffet place I might as well stop at the Tobacco House a block up the street. Glad I did. They’ve begun to carry pipe’s, accessories and four blends of pipe tobacco. New this past six weeks, so they informed me.

Which was a good thing. I don’t have to order blind from the on-line shops.

Poker. Played some. Won on one site, about thirty-seven percent of the original buy-in. Lost at the other site. About eighteen percent of the original buy-in. Which means I won dollars at the first site and lost cents at the second. It also means I didn’t have a whole lot at stake and enjoyed the games.

Did do some outside work – took off a few limbs (now that the leaves are sparse and I could see). I didn’t care to think the limbs would be grinding on the house roof all winter. I would rather the limbs have come off earlier this past spring, but missed the cut (ouch) due to other jobs.

Additional work: The To-Do list for the neighbor three houses up the block (and two short of the widow lady mentioned yesterday) didn’t go so well. I’ve spent a few minutes each working day for the past week or so looking for her and have failed. She’s a busy person evidently. Finally found her at the post office yesterday and she figured they (she and the Post Mistress) owed me cookies for the work I’d done for them.

I told the lady that she didn’t have enough gravel around the chicken coop to do the drive like she wanted and if she figured she wanted, I could scrape the parking area and use some of that for the holes in the drive. She declined that offer, saying she figured that because I owned a tractor, I’d just go up to the railroad tracks and bring her the gravel she wanted.

I told her I didn’t figure I was able to take gravel from the abandoned tracks like that. That seemed to piss her off.

Looks like I won’t be getting those cookies after all. Shame that. Sometimes that homemade stuff is better than a bachelor can get store bought. Other times one needs consider. 


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I’m still using Windows Live Writer. I bring that up because Windows Live Services is transferring their blogs over to Word Press, and I didn’t know if Windows would disable all of their applications when the transfer occurred. I was fortunate, contrary to the multitude of nay Sayers’ out there, all of my archives and photo’s came through the migration in good shape.

I haven’t joined Word Press as yet. I’m still concerned with doing that and losing Live Writer. If I join Word Press, I’d not want the  Windows IM services, as I have Skype and another for that. Don’t need Bing because I have Google and have had since they were an infant.

I suppose what I’m getting at is if I went with Word Press, I’d not need much that Windows Live Services offers so I’d delete their programs as I have Microsoft Offices for other uses. It all boils down to keeping Live Writer and the way the wars are going in the Computer Software World, it’s a crap shoot as to choices and keeping programs one finds most useful.


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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