Thursday, December 26, 2013

Well, all the bills are paid except for the property taxes. I haven’t seen the annual dun as yet. Unless, of course, I’ve had a slip of the eye – which, considering said contents, I may well have done. It pends, therefore must be tracked down and killed.

Preferred method of execution is dropping money on it.

It came to my attention that the ex-deputy has paid his bills and the court has dropped the charges. That is a well done thing. Now if he’d just apply that ingenuity to completing the job I’ve already paid him to do I’d be most happy.

By the way. That leaves him only the body viewing minors left to face. His New Year is looking up.


I had my favorite coffee stop check my Mega Millions tickets. They told me the machine was telling them the same thing it had told them. And I noticed that all the Christmas decorations were already gone.

It wasn’t hard at that point to understand.

Dog is telling me he’s ready to come inside. I’ve been wondering how long he’d stay out in the wet – all the ice and snow is melting away. We’ve had two days of plus thirty degrees. Nice stuff, that.


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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