Wednesday, July 31, 2013

gall

/gôl/

Noun

  1. Bold, impudent behavior: “the gall to demand a fee”.
  2. Annoyance; irritation.
  3. An abnormal growth formed in response to the presence of insect larvae, mites, or fungi on plants and trees, esp. oaks.

Verb

Make (someone) feel annoyed: “losing galled him”.

Synonyms

noun
bile – impudence

verb
vex – nettle – annoy – irritate – chafe – aggravate

 

Which pretty well defines Weiner and the S.D. Mayor.

 

Fellow up the road spent a couple of days gathering cattle, planning to market them this week. He scheduled in three trucks, about sixty head to the trailer. I got a call from a mutual acquaintance this morning wanting bodies. Some one had come along last night and left a gate open. We tulrned police, setting up road blocks and slowly herding those critters back into the holding pasture. Some had wandered a couple of miles, and some of those bar ditches are deep enough to hide every head that escaped.

Thankfully the moisture in the air was enough for heavy dew and helped us find most. The owner is still missing five. We’ll probably never know how or why the gate was left open, or opened and left. The loss of those five was quite a loss, however.

*

The mother of the ex-deputy overdosed again. The lady is now working two part time jobs, divorced, has custody of her older son through court ordered supervision (makes one wonder where it comes from, thirty plus years old, kids of his own, and mother is the one that has to accept responsibility). Her other son (another marriage/father) is earning himself a reputation.

He’s getting kicked out of his rental house in the country and is moving into a house near his Aunt. She is having a camera system installed, all pointing at the house the kid is going to rent.

*

I told the near neighbor I’d take care of that property just north of him. After mowing twice, I told him as soon as I sharpened the blades on the bush hog I’d come back and get the stems full grown Johnson Grass leaves behind, almost regardless of the height of the rotary mower deck.

I finally got around to it this morning. While mowing I wasn’t pleased with the plum thickets and the undergrowth. I started backing into the thickets with the tractor and bush hog and the wheels came off the deck. The safety wire I used to secure them had broken. Can’t complain. It’s been on there a year or so, but I can complain about the two hours I spent looking for the wheel.

I might like those plums if I were a canner or some sort, but I don’t do a lot of Jams and Jelly’s.

Yes. I did get all the canes. Took going over twice – once each way.

_____

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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