Saturday, July 26, 2014

Watching Indy NASCAR qualifying. Darn near burned the ribs on the BBQ.

The horseradish sauce I made isn’t half bad, and my friend r his own sauce bottle is on vacation. Strike two.

The route delivery person got herself a new truck. Dog didn’t recognize it and is now so upset he won’t eat. Not that that bothers me a great deal, but the mutt hasn’t liked the heat and is off his feed. He’s down to fifty-one pounds.

Still no tractor parts. I sure like to make hay.

The fair was worth while. Met a couple of new folks. They’ve been around the area all their lives and farm up north east in the county.

And last but not least, finally transplanted the flags in the barr ditch to along the walkway. I’d planned to do it in 2000 but didn’t get around to it.

No point in being hasty, you know.


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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