Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Housekeeper arrived today in yet another new jacket.

Now a new jacket is none of my business, I know. However, I remarked on it and Housekeeper hung her head a mite and allowed as she did dearly love Cabalas new Wichita Store.

I then received the following tid-bits of wisdom:

  • The Boys had to get a Cabalas credit card.
  • The card pays 2.5 points each purchase.
  • She didn’t know what a point was.
  • That they bought a new trolling motor – with the Cabalas card.
  • They bought the new trolling motor from Bass Pro Shop Catalog on-line.
  • Because the prices were too high.
  • Hubby got a new $800 pistol – because the local gun store dragged their feet getting the selected weapon in.
  • That Housekeeper found her new jacket on sale $45 dollars off, and found out after selecting it she would get yet another 15 percent.
  • She was proud of saving money that way.


Late last night, after falling asleep on the couch, a beating upon the front door yanked my tired mind back into the real world from the dreaming of stucco/adobe home in the New Mexico desert.

Stumbling to door I discovered a local sheriffs deputy and a tale.

The tale was of a he meeting a she (how not explained) and an evening tryst with the meet-up at the local ball park, the park being the only mutually known site.

They parked together, the invitational ride was in the she’s car, he’s truck was left, his keys were left in he’s truck, the ride taken. The he’s truck was stolen and was found totaled out thirty miles from the trysting site.

Had I seen anything?

Umm. No.



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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