Saturday, February 01, 2014

I still haven’t figured out what made January such a long month.

However, it ended with a house fire in my Renters wife’s Aunt’s house. I mention the relationship to keep me from cross thinking cross grain – there was another fire in another location last week also.

The Aunt is a divorced person with one daughter and a related boy child living with them. The fire started at a wall plug serving her computer, and was quickly contained. But the heat and smoke did considerable damage. The heat melted the handles from the refrigerator doors, melted the door from the microwave and heated the blades of the ceiling fans causing them to droop.

The smoke, of course, left things a mess. I found one scene outstandingly incomprehensible.

The heat melted the rubber wet weather boots on the floor near the rear door, and melted cotton mix jackets hanging near the door also.

The Aunt and her family are guesting with Renter and his wife. Renter has a small two bed room home.


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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