Monday, December 16, 2013

Donna: Yes, some of the various charges have been dropped – I think. I’ve retreated to only those I can support through the newspaper.



Another weekend of football. It has been amazing to watch team lose games I felt they should win. Espcially those late games. I’d watch to half time and wake to find the leader at that time had lost.


Well. So be it. Even the Heisman Trophy, it seems to me, was misplaced this year.  Bad stuff.

I damn near ruined Christmas for someone. A curly haired kid from the trailer house on the hill was messing about the window. Dog didn’t bark, and I was sitting in the dark. Dog began acting strangely and I reached for the shot gun.

Fortunately I turned on the camera monitors and recognized the silly young man. I don’t mind if I know WHO, you know, and the cameras are a great help.

The problem is not just mine. Two of the neighbors are experiencing the same peeps. The problem will be handled soon, I’m feeling. I simply hope it isn’t deadly when it happens.

I wonder if it is a genetic problem and runs in families.


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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