Saturday, May 25, 2013

My thanks to those that bookmarked (or did whatever they did do) the date of my B-Day. I’ve enjoyed the greetings and eCards.

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She’s rather heavy now – well over two hundred fifty pounds.  I imagine at one time she was a slender girl and had expectation. What she’s ended with, according to her is . . .

Well.

Like most tales of family not all the pieces fit in a verbal conversation, there not being time nor attention span to sort everything out, you understand. Not for intentional prevarication and certainly not for finding all those little threads that make whole clothe.

I asked her where she was from and she said California. Ventura Ca, she said. Oh, said I, how’d you end up in Kansas.

My granddad, she related, is from Kansas. He worked in the mines down here in SE. And hurriedly added, not in the shafts, though he told me he’d worked one shift down there and refused ever again to go back down. But he did work above ground for a number of years, until the mine closed and decided to go to CA.

So, grand dad packed up daddy and they moved to CA, where daddy was killed in the traffic accident. After daddy died, we moved from Ventura to the Mohave Desert and lived out there until grand daddy decided that he wanted to return to Kansas to die. He didn’t want to die in CA.

So we came back to Kansas and bought a little place out near Eureka Ks., and that’s when I met the love of my life and here I am.

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Thus spoke Renters Wife (Renters Sons wife).

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We went out today and penned up the steer calf. We went over him well. From the hair falling out and the swelling of the joints, he was bitten by rattle snakeSleeping half-moon three times (as far as we can tell.

The calf is clear eyed and otherwise a happy calf.

It’s just that he’s acting like an old man with arthritis.

We gave him another shot of antibody – yep. He jumped the feed trough from a standing start again. Those pistols are a good thing. No chase trauma, no setting up pens and squeeze shuts, no of that stuff.

Con the beast with some corn, get it to stand still for a minute and POW. Twenty CC’s of the goodie stuff. Easy peasy.

I have been wondering if the stuff we gave him cures hay fever.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

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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2 Responses to Saturday, May 25, 2013

  1. Pauly says:

    Happy belated birthday.

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