Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Housekeeper returned from her vacation. I told her we’d had several  inches of rain, and she said that she’d experienced none – except a little going to Ark and a little coming home.

Which spoiled me lead in to rainy vacations and how happy I was her vacation had been rainy. She knew, she said, that was what I’d say and she was happy that I couldn’t. Damn shame, I think, when Housekeeper knows one so well she can laugh at one when they can not laugh at them.

She did say that she knew we’d had a great deal of rain. Her garden was covered, emphasis on covered, with weeds. She has started getting it cleaned up. A row at a time.

She and hubby did stop at the diamond mine and hubby found a chunk of quartz,. Pinkish quartz. She had it mounted as a necklace.  They’d planned to stop at the quartz mine that is near the diamond hunting ground but the facility only wants groups of ten or more on the property, so she and hubby skipped the deal.

She appears rested and is full of that essence that makes her so easy to get along with. It is good to see.

_____

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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