Monday, January 30, 2012

Lordy! And another work week starts.

Yesterday was rather interesting. Caught a punk kid wandering the back yard with his dog. Finally. Brazen little crap head thought he’d bluff his way around me. I didn’t exactly let him but did poke his juvies mores gently.

Then a whole host in two vehicles of the middle-class of recreational users choose the front drive to have a flat and change tires. Turns out to be father and his girlfriend; the daughter and her boyfriend; and the near neighbor. Neat.

The father is proud of his daughter – she’s in school and drawing a 4.0 GPA, which I must admit is pretty good, regardless of the subjects. The daughter is one of four. The father is not married.

They didn’t have a speed wrench (that tool that loosens the lug nuts holding the wheels on the hub) so I gave the father one. I had four (at one time, while running a business four trucks. Before selling out I’d cleaned out the trucks and had four lug wrenches hanging about for the last five years doing little for anyone. I carry travellers insurance for flats on the privately owned vehicle now.). I had to tell all of this to the father as he was reluctant to accept the wrench.

Tools that are truly useful seem to out last the owner, so I don’t regret putting one back into service, in this case with someone that travels a great deal. The father works on the Wind Farm crew and travels seventeen miles one way on back country roads every work day.

No. I can’t justify him not having one before gaining this one.

What else?

Oh, yes. The little dog gotten large broke one of those woven wire cables they sell to stake out animals. You know, those two piece cable units where one slides on a little pulley along the longer length to give the dog some room to roam.

My dog was eager to meet up with a free roaming dog and charged out to the length of his reach. The cable parted and sure enough he met the other dog – a very handsome Black and Tan (smooth haired) Dachshund named Little Man. The dog fits his name, like most of his kind he has a certain presence.

You’ll notice I said he. My dog may be strange, breaking a cable for a male dog.

However, it should be noted that my dog is a bachelor, without like kind friends in the house and could be just seeking company.

I’ll have to watch that.

photoshare Sapanca Lake 14 Sakany Turkey Necdet  _____

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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