Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Housekeeper reported that the activity last week east of the village was a tornado. She said that the local area news reported it as a rope tornado.

A resident, all hyperventilated reported it, over the coffee table, as an event. It apparently missed most of the area and departed quickly. The excitement seemed to be the two storm chasers and the local sever weather watcher whipping about the roads almost colliding with the local rubber neckers.

I couldn’t imagine the fun they all had; the game of avoiding the other, but avoiding the tornado.

Having told me the local news, she continued by reporting the youngest of the three daughters of the family across the bridge – I’m sure you’ve forgotten them – is still with her mother, who is still with the man she ran away with from the windfarm.

Evidently the man has taken a job away from the travelling job he did have and now works for the Corp of Engineers and is home most of the time. That is a good thing for all three of them.

The middle daughter was suspended from school and then allowed back in but on homeroom confinement. That the last week of her final year in H.S.. The kid lives in the house across the bridge by herself, the father busy in Wichita, living, so Housekeeper believes, with one or another of his doxies (doxies being my translation of Housekeepers whores).

That middle daughter has been holding down a full time evening/weekend job while living to(daughter is to be commended for her grit and effort.

The father, not so much.

Housekeeper is prepping tor her vacation. She tells me she’s ready for it. Her friend has backed out of the joint vacation to the diamond fields.  Housekeeper is disappointed, but not enough to cancel her vacation plans. They’ve (Housekeeper and hubby) re-arranged their itinerary to include three days on a lake with other friends.

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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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