Thursday, March 06, 2014

Having been reminded that theft exists in the world I was hyper sensitive when late yesterday a truck and trailer appeared and backed toward the VW that has trees growing around it on the near neighbors property.

The trees were not there when the vehicle was placed there.

So I sort of drifted over and inquired of the an driving the truck. It turned out he is married to the daughter of the near neighbors sister. A generally will mannered young man who works with my Renters son at an aircraft plant.

He is, he told me, taking the vehicle to his place to part out and he will sell various pieces. The vehicle belongs, he says, to near neighbors mother, she having purchased it from this young mans wife, but he was having trouble, because the mother had lost the keys and title, and the steering was locked without the keys.

He needed, he explained, to align the trailer directly with the vehicle so the winch could do its job.

I stepped back after our conversation and watched him align  that equipment in three short goes, load that VW and book. It took him less than a good scratch of my nether regions to get it done.

I was impressed. It takes me longer to load the tractor.

No Daffodils.

I know it is getting to be about time. I just know it. I’ve checked the yard by I don’t see the least sign of them yet.

It’s frustrating. I can only water the cacti in the house so often with hope.


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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