Thursday, March 31, 2011

One of those restless nights. Nothing suited, no pillow was cool and sleep refused me. This morning it rains in the low thirties. Which probably explains the restlessness.

Yesterday Hunter Angler Gardener Cook wrote about rabbit – namely cooking the critters. I hungered. However, even though this is (April will be) the last day of recommended rabbit hunting (wild) until the next month with an “r” (the next is Sept), I haven’t seen many around the joint.

I have seen many cats. Well. Earlier in the winter I saw a number of cats. I’ve not seen many cats lately, and few (possibly seven) rabbits over the entire season. The offering from the Hunter sounded good and I was considering domesticated rabbit from Buddy down South’s brother until I stumbled across this:

photoshare So Tiny No Location Given bikesnapper

Which could have placed me on a guilt trip, but didn’t. As tiny as the thing is trying to size the rest of the ingredients would have proven too time consuming. I shelved the idea of rabbit for dinner and listened to the spin of the US involvement in Libya.

I admit to being confused with even why we’re there doing a non-involved war like activities. But who am I? Government! The In-Charge of Libya seems to be intractable to a “World View” of cooperation so he has to go. The business of us interposing ourselves into another country bothers me, admitting as I do being a Bush supporter when he indicated we’d root out terrorism wherever, from whichever country in which it resided. And then watched the spread of terrorism and piracy from countries far and wide.

This morning writer univac gave an up-date on the villagers attempts to change certain game management administration regulations in the wake of the the school teacher being killed by wolves, and the bear killing his dogs in his yard this past winter (well, my winter. He’s still having his). The natives on the Kodiak peninsula seem to be having troubles with centrally located regulations and local needs – an exercise in theory and practicality.  He is very impartial in his estimations and dispassionate in his explanations of the practical elimination of the bears, and the imbalance of the game program up there.

photoshare Reverie Windham ME ceocrocker

Poker goes as poker goes. Last night was a weird evening. Really strange. Neither site seemed to like Russians. I couldn’t seem to evade being the only US member sitting at the tables I selected and the RNG was friendly. Very friendly.

I suspect, and am un-easy.


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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