Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Way back – when I never made mistakes and knew just about everything there was to know, or at least knew something closely related, I made a mistake. Fortunately, or unfortunately, no one ever caught wind, scent, whisper or word, I’d made the mistake and I “forgot” I’d made it myself.

We kids talked knowingly about wooden shoes and windmills and one or two had actually touched wooden shoes. One it turned out had a pair (a pair!) in the family home. Eventually I  got to see the things and, in real life, touch them. Our discussion was, really, listening to the girl recite the family explanation as to the wear, care and reasons for the wooden shoes. The shoes, like many things, were taken from my hands before I’d made full the physic examination I wanted (I think I’ll not go there, if you don’t mind).

Being as scatter shot minded as I was (well, as I was then), I went home thinking of wooden shoes and windmills. My ‘research’ into the land exporting these visions consisted of looking at as many pictures of the land as I could find in the few books available in my house.

I had read, and was, at the time, reading of the central place in life the “Mill,” be it the grinding mill or the saw mill occupied in life in the time frames featured in the fictional stories. The mill was a wonderful thing. The pictures I was viewing always seemed to put forward the windmill. Central and large. Well, and good then. A prosperous land, everyone had a windmill and that meant the land had food. No problem.

You can understand my error. Well. Maybe. Later, and it wasn’t all that long, I discovered what the windmills really did. I was somehow disappointed and it took several more items of refined knowledge to make me appreciate the very patience, and brilliance of the machines and national unity that maintained the system.

I suppose that there are a couple of points in maturation.

photoshare Beautiful Sunset Nieuw Scheemda Netherlands henhoekstra 

Bill Rini put up a post this morning hinting of progress in one of his areas of thought and expertize. Technology and business using technology seems to coming together to realize a vision he had, and has expounded upon. Sometimes ulcers derive from being ahead of events. Bill seems to be receiving the milk of healing without having to warm it.

I must admit, however, that the recent “social” aspect of poker in the context of on-line poker rooms is not all that new – just that an on-liner expanded chat room and various services out lined in the Rini post will be. There have been social groups using functions separate from the on-line poker site for years. Those special groups will find these new site functions handy, I’m sure, but it will not eliminate the special groups using the more isolated functions they presently use to communicate among themselves during the games.

There are, after all, some things one wishes to say or do, the tables or rail birds, should not see or overhear. Nothing is of straight lines.

photoshare Horizontals Village of Palmetto Bay FL miamilady

Went to town yesterday and talked guns with my friendly Hardware owner. I learned that they now make several hand guns chambered to take a .410 round with special cartridge.

That is one nice thing about life. Never stop learning.

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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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