Wednesday, August 28, 2013

I went out and did two acres or more of very dry grass for the village today (my share, I was told, of the clean-up I missed Saturday)( I had thought I’d finessed my way out of that, but one of the crew remembered I hadn’t bought raffle tickets either and they made it their business . . . )

I bought two.   They no longer raffle off a half  beef or a quarter, they’re giving packaged stuff.

None the less, the grass is browning, the leaves are falling (mostly from the lack of moisture) and the temps are August normal, 90 degrees. Though the early hours are cool, 60’s.

Poor sod’s in Denver. Flacco staring them in the face. Take him down they cry, over looking the fact that the opening game was suppose to be a Flacco home game.

Still, mileage for the media.

I was sitting on the stream bank the other day hoping the drowning of grasshoppers would entice large fish to visit my line. It didn’t happen. But I did start thinking about the Fox News Medical “A” and how they harped on too much fish being bad for one. The  portion I caught on the tube seemed to dwell on the fact it was particularly bad for women.

Which confused me somewhat and wouldn’t make a difference if a goodly sized cat got hungry for grass hopper. As I said, however, it didn’t happen.

When I got home around midnight I threw a large chunk of Snapper into the micro-wave and made a sandwich. I didn’t get a lot of sleep. The only onion I had was red onion, and they give me gas something horrible.

I didn’t have tomato’s or Sauce, nor ketchup. I used some Tabasco and some Heinz 57.

I cannot say I recommend the sandwich.

Even two days later.

_____

From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

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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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5 Responses to Wednesday, August 28, 2013

  1. Linda Geenen says:

    UGH! That sounds like a nightmarewich, surprised you weren’t waking up puking. The fishing part is interesting. We fished a lot as kids when we lived anywhere near a stream or mud hole…perhaps that’s what is wrong with me today. Woman + fishing = strange. I admit I hated putting grasshoppers and worms on a hook. Hope you’re all better now.

    • tenwhiskey says:

      Hoy, Kiddo. Mean to answer this long before now. Various problems allowed it into your eMail file and HERE I am. All caught up and while not fully restore, running well. I’ve meet a slew of ladies that profess to like to fish – few that will go fishing by themselves. Their own anchors, so to speak.

      • Linda Geenen says:

        We fished some streams in MT that meant you had to crawl through the brush and mess to get there…in other words…determined to get there. And in some places had to wade the streams. Now I’d probably slip and fall on my tush and break my skull or some such nonsense. We fished for crawdads too, in a mud hole in NM or one of those spots…lived so many places I can’t remember them all. That was fun, tied a piece of bacon on a string and tossed it into the water. And lake fishing too, from a dock or a boat. I think I qualify. But now my anchor is set in the silt-lands of NV. 🙂

  2. tenwhiskey says:

    Jesss. Understand. I’m gonna throw a hurt your way: ‘member, Wolf Creek Pass, MT? Caught a fish up that way one time.

  3. Linda Geenen says:

    I was never over in that area, lived in Missoula, Lolo, Troy. Must’ve been a rainbow trout…just guessing. That’s mostly what we caught in those streams. Caught a big sucker/whitefish out of the Kootenai River one time, just below the falls, between LIbby and Troy. Thought I was going to get sick looking at it. My friend had to take it off the hook. I’d probably have thrown pole and all in the river if I had to remove it.

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