Saturday, October 26, 2013

Well, hell.

Cold, cloudy, forecasting rain, probably snow. The sun will probably come out and the temps will remain above forty.

Wish the old folks were around. You know, the ones that rake up all the walnuts and cart them off to be cleaned of husks and then processed. They’re not around any more and even dog doesn’t like rolling about in walnuts. I have, from four trees, more than enough.

Heh. Way more than enough.

The fire the other night was the owner of the Greasy. Well, ex-owner. The non-elected village counsil member we can not get rid of. The one everyone swears is broke but that keeps coming up with money and his neighbors wonder how. Who’s bills aren’t always paid on time and he owes.


Damage wasn’t bad, well, bad enough that he moved in with his mother, his son with his mother, and the dogs went to the vet. He and his son run a puppy farm and do fireworks. A fine thing the fire didn’t get to the fireworks building. Mighty fine. That whole corner of the village would have had fun rather than a little bit of  excitement.

Life, it’s what you live while waiting for your ship.


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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