Sunday, November 21, 2010

Good Morning – provided, of course, you are dropping by in the morning. If not, and in the after noon you’ve clicked by, then Good Day to you.

It is Sunday. The day of expectations. NFL games loom. The College play-offs, if that is what they are, have been booked – during which I fell asleep last night. I was fortunate. I turned it off before crashing. Last but not the least, NASCAR will decide upon their yearly Champion today.

The mew dog is showing signs of intelligence – at weeks and five days. No stools to thread among in the midnight hours last night during the trips to the bath. No whineyheimer to join me in the bed. I still woke early (3:00am) thinking I’d hear the whiney.

I hadn’t I realized. But refreshed, I thought I would work on a project or two and so reached for my britches. Yanking them toward me, as I sat on bedside, the britches felt heavy and went clunk when they hit the floor. Investigation revealed I had committed an error last night retiring. I’d place the britches on the floor and the puppy having little choice is performing bonding maneuvers he sought my scents and crawled into one of the legs of my britches.

I think he bounced only once when I yanked. But he didn’t whine. Intelligent dog.

I’ve had a number of photo’s lined up waiting for use. Some event yet unrealized to be shared. So there follow three. The world as one might wish it; the world as one might imagine it, and the world as the “civilized” live it.

photoshare Autum Rains DeFuniak Springs (Mossy Head) FL PhDspgs photoshare Sunrise No Location Given Lauren517

photoshare No Rain Today Delfzyl Netherlands henkhoekstra

For certain all are worlds of diversity.

Good Day.

_____

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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