Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Labor Day is gone. It went out with  a  bang, really. It washed out a couple of events, made the village a mess and kept going on until six this morning.

The power was off for several hours and my computer, bless its little hard drive, went on battery power allowing me to read for entertainment, rather than sleeping through the noise and light displays.

The pet spider sensed the changing weather patterns, re-arranged its web and then moved up the web to a sheltered spot just beneath an electrical cable. There it made a thumb sized light brown sack and is now remaining motionless beneath the sack, upright, as opposed to its normal hunting stance of head down, guarding the fruit of its spinning.

I;m un-certain of its gender – do males make egg sacks – and will continue to watch this creature while sweeping away all other webs that have inundated the kitchen cabinets and the workshop. A banner year for these things.

I’ve an appointment in Wichita tomorrow and called Housekeeper. She indicated she wouldn’t be coming then, this week. That means the Housekeeper update witll have to wait until she decides to grace the hovel with charm and bad language.

What may I say. She will be missed? Umph. Only if one is looking.

It will save me money, however.

_____

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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