Saturday, April 30, 2011

I was quickly made aware the project I was interested in was beyond any experience levels, way beyond. And the more I’m into the research portions of it, the wider my reading requirements have become.

Conclusion: I wish I’d started the endeavor a long time ago. I’m having fun. Well, my kind of fun. And, some how, I think I’ve chosen well.

From the sitting position, I’m now on my feet.

The rest is going to be a long slog. Some of the equipment is ordered and will arrive when the residents of CA’s pot counties get around to shipping it. I say that with a grin; and an emphatic emphasis: I’m not into pot growing.

photoshare Water Strider(Gerridae) Brownfield ME suzi46

The near neighbor (as explained to me by the sheriff) is not the culprit at this time for violating the “stay off the SOB’s lawn.” It also appears, now that I’ve let it be known I’m aware the two ladies were doing their thing, they’ve stopped the intrusions. The latest is one I’d not considered, as he lived in another town. The near neighbors brothers son.

The one that lived through the accident in Okla last month. Now living in the house of the truck driving lady, the girl friend of the Repo’ed Truck driver.

I never thought the latest spate of broken windows and chipped paint, tractor malfunctions stemmed from that source. Never did.

The question now is whether to ignore stupid or take another track as the deputy assigned the village hangs with young man, who is a frequent guest at the deputies home.

Fun times.

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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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