Sunday, July 28, 2013

I’ve resisted commenting on NYC Mayoral politics, mostly because I’m ignorant of them and do live far, far away. But there’re some things that seem bigger (don’t cry when you’ve finished this. It’s all in fun) than international news. I was watching the Indy Preliminary Programs and caught a Hot Dog Advertisement, then I turned over to FOX News, and then Googled some news.

It occurred to me: When’s a Weiner not kosher?

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It’s raining. It’s been raining for a number of hours. It’s an English rain. Maybe the drops are a bit larger and further apart, but it is a gentle, always on, rain. The calves are disgustingly fond of it. They’re active, eating that wet grass like candy. They came over and crowed me when I went to feed, inspecting each move closely, not shying away when I banged the trough on its side to empty the water, as they normally do.

When the sun shines and its quiet and still the darned critters lie about in the shade of the trees and leave the grass alone, mopping and shying at every turn of my hand.

But they fare well. In spite of dog wanting to play during feeding time.

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WICHITA, Kan. – Authorities in Kansas say the growing domestic pot industry has changed the potency of the weed now hitting the streets.

In the past, law enforcement says they mostly seized compressed marijuana bricks. Now they are mostly intercepting medical-grade, domestic marijuana.

http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/local-news/kansas-authorities-seizing-more-medical-marijuana-from-colorado

I know, Denver isn’t a small town in Kansas. I was, while reading the article, thinking about the crop circles (center pivot irrigation systems) out west of here and about the helicopters that check the centers of each circle for the stuff, remember a recent article of the militarization of the police forces extending local county Mounties into state police auxiliaries  on the roads to stop the trafficking. In this case they’re blaming Co., local growers.

American agriculture triumph’s. Well, we’re catching up.

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Two families have moved out of the village.

One was involved with the near neighbors brother. She’s going to teach school elsewhere (in another state). Shucks, with the good stuff getting here, why’d she wish to move?

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And that’s it for Sunday for me. The races are finally back on Sunday (until football starts. Which reminds me. Kansas got five of their “I want that player.” picks. Yea!)

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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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