Thursday, August 11, 2011

I’m late posting. Sorry about that.

This seems to be my day for such minor things.

Item: My favorite coffee stop on the highway. Two workers from the Windmill Farm were on lunch break; stopped by the coffee shop for a munchies treat. Left. Climbed into their car, pulled out to the Hwy. Looked both ways. Both of them did – so say they and so say witnesses.

Pulled out on to the Hwy in front of a gravel laden semi and were creamed. Rolled twice into the bar ditch even and were pulled out alive.

The sweet drinks and munchies didn’t make it.


This from the web.

A new logo from a new government department; thank you obama. Emblematic of the present administrations viability:


Thanks to

In case you’re wondering – make the gears work.


Not to be out witted or out thought in any manner, I mowed this morning. I carefully locked the workshop after, securing the machine and the tools. Then cleaned up for town and public.

Walking, self satisfied to the garage for the truck after a short session of losing robotic poker, I looked around well pleased with life and noticed that while I had ensured the security of the workshop via the side door, I’d left the overhead door wide open.

Life is good.


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I came across a couple of “be afraid, very afraid” articles in a Be Afraid blog. The guy had posted a snippet of a flying  saucer picture. I thought I’d forward the addy to a favorite’s list-er, who has a blog for such things. I think he keeps it just to amuse himself because his other blogs contain some good stuff.

Anyhow, I lost the the addy of the the snippet site and some how have managed to lose the addy of the favorite’s.

Life is hard.


I was trying to cipher why the government would like the economy to go into inflation. What good would tax raises do in inflation, and why would they re-do fixed income (for those drawing it now) in such an environment of inflation.

I made bundles of notes and deleted them all when I developed a Mobius Thought pattern.

I think I’d hate to be in Congress just now.


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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