Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Shepard Smith just got blinked out of existence for the day. For a news reporter very full of opinions.

Tipped over the coffee pot this day. Never fun. Always messy. Reminded me of Housekeeper. She did that one day, years ago now. She didn’t clean well, being she is on a time schedule.

It took me an hour or more to empty the cabinets beneath the coffee post and sop up all the water and clean out the grounds and get things settled again.

Before Housekeeper did her thing we’d been bickering about the flatware I’d been using and her feeling I should be using ‘proper’ flatware rather than the picnic plastic handled stuff I was then using. In fact, she became adamant I needed ‘real’ flatware.

That went on for a number of weeks and I always ended promising to get some  ‘proper’ flatware next time I went to Wally World. ‘Course, I never did – even when I went to Wally World.

One day Housekeeper got fed up and twisted a spoon with a green plastic handle and a fork with a green plastic handle into so much mess and she shoved them in front of my eyes and said “see how cheap these things are?”

Which wasn’t very nice of her, to my mind, but grabbed all the picnic stuff out of the drawer and tossed it into the trash, stormed out  the door to her truck and returned with a bag.

She dumped the contents into the the drawer and rattled about for almost ten minutes, finally saying; “There! Proper flatware.”

Well. Fast forward to the day she turned over that coffee pot. All that water got into that flatware drawer, unbeknownst to either of us, and soaked the press board bottom and the bottom caved in, somehow over the next few months getting stuffed trapped that jammed the drawer slides.

Took me another few months to skither my way around fixing that drawer – bugged her no end being reminded of not cleaning well, especially knowing the mess was her fault.

Now, I know you’re thinking this has a moral, but it doesn’t. I didn’t have anything earth shattering to speak of and decided to see what happened if I just started talking.


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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