Friday, March 14, 2014

Pi Day.

Pi is still  higher than the interest rates the banks are giving.

The coffee pot had a melt down this morning. As a consequence I had to replace it. That cost was higher than Pi, and dog food, which I casually picked up along with the coffee pot sent the bill higher than the truck registration.

All of which exceeded Pi. Or several multiples of Pi.

(Sorry about that)

The lady at the vehicle registration office at the Court House acted somewhat put out with me.

She asked for my proof of insurance and I’d forgotten it. She suggested that it might be in the glove box, so I went back to the truck, reached through the window and grabbed the registration envelope above the visor and took it to her.

It was from 2006.

That wouldn’t do, so we had the insurance company FAX a proof of insurance and I paid my dues.

That didn’t satisfy me. I wondered where that stuff got too. So  when I got back to the truck I pawed through the glove box and center counsel.  I found twelve years worth of registrations and proof of insurances.

No. No, I didn’t look through them any further. I pitched them all but this years.

Um. I think.


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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