Monday, August 29, 2011

Blessed am I with keen mind, extraordinary wit, a relative low mileage truck and a good memory for places I’ve been several tens of times.

I had to return sixty odd miles one way to ‘return’ the hose I picked up Saturday. Oh, it would have worked, without a doubt. It’s just that I picked up two inch stuff when the pump is rigged for inch and a half.

I love it when I’m so completely competent. Simply love it.

Anyhow, I was able to pick up a couple of washers for the garden hose to repay the neighbor for the ‘loan’ Sunday. And a few spares. The ruddy things were a buck apiece – I need those ‘Bots to start paying off in real money.

The well isn’t dry.

I’m down twenty-four feet and once I got it assembled, it produced water. The neighbor is laughing at me and suggests I get a rope and piece of iron and drop it down the well, then measure it.

Which makes sense, of course, but he over looks the fact I’ve already done that and don’t mention the fact my summer guests are Renters. That means Renter will keep the calves on my grass until one of two things happen: The grass turns bad; or the well runs out of water.

You see? With the shorter hose I can judge the well water to last as long as “I” wish to care for the calves, not as long as Renter might care in his own time. It is also true I don’t have to come up with polite, but untrue, ways of having him remove the calves.

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The grass thing is critical, especially this year. No rain. The grass is so dry that small bails of hay (when you can find farmers willing to sell) are retailing for six bucks a bail. That’s pretty steep for ninety pound bails.

It’s a little better by the ton, but not much. The grass is so brittle it cracks like ice when you walk on it. I’m somewhat fortunate I have some low lying ground that still retains run-off moisture.

I have noticed that Renter has sold off all the cattle on the home place. Renters Son has kept his remaining preggers cows and calves (yup, Maven. The last four of the six delivered and all is well with them).

That’s enough for this entry. Tomorrow I get a rest and you’ll get another of those tall tales. This “a post a day challenge” is fun, but you run out of true things to talk about – well, almost, run out.


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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