Tuesday, March 11, 2014

I was responding to a reader’s comment regarding early tilling of garden plots and said I knew of three here in the village that appeared to be in competition.

I was incorrect.

There are four.

At least of those that have contacted me.

As a farmer once told me, when I asked about his changing the ground rules for our verbal agreements, there is a lot of time to think while sitting on a tractor.,

I was sitting on the tractor doing the work the telephone brought me (I have yet to go eye ball to eye ball with any of tilling customers this season) and would catch a glimpse of Renter and his friend.

That set me thinking about how to define their relationship. I mulled it and nibbled about the edges of it and finally grew tired of philophizing (yes, I know how I spelled it) and. set it aside for contemplation over coffee.

It still wouldn’t go away however. I often considered man on man friendships. The thing that continually comes to mind is Quixotic – but I was never sure if that would be correct. So, over coffee, I accessed the net and asked to define Quixotic:

quix·ot·ic adjective \kwik-ˈsä-tik\

: hopeful or romantic in a way that is not practical

:  foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially :  marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action

Urban Dictionary defines it as a friendship of one willing to take a bullet for the other.

I was really hung up on the idea. The close bond between certain men is un-deniable but it is also rare outside family. At least it can be. Sancho’s are not a dime a dozen. And Renters relationship with his renter is of that manner.

A thing not to be trifled with, a thing to be respected and, if of maudlin mind, a thing to cause a certain amount of introspection if one is without such relationship.

I’ve had two opportunities at it. I remained too focused on MY goals to accept what was offered, and let the chances fade. I have determined that Sancho is a necessary thing in a persons life, and the chances are limited.


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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