Monday, October 27, 2014

Another day, another less than a dollar. They forecast rain for today, the winds continue to blow hard after a night of winds. No rain. Yet.

Over the past few days more, and more personalized, political phone calls and polls. Still not talking politics on the phone.

WordPress.com/news has sent around a letter explaining new apps for the voting minded and a certain incentive for voting. I’ll leave it to you to go to the link and read. I erased the eMail before thinking much about supporting the effort they are making.

I contacted a member of the BOG for the  good Pastors church and explained my concerns via eMail. No response. As a matter of fact, none of the folks have been in sight range for the past week and a half.

So. I’ll let that take its natural course and wait on it.

Fixed two pieces of equipment for the tractor. One has been a long term project – about three years. A bush hog. I used the thing when I was cutting timber. Backed it into brush to  clear a way into the trees, along the hedge lines. Dented the heavy metal shielding around the sides. Some what like the cutter deck of the lawn mower. The last chore was the paint job on the hog. Finished that this morning (Well, fore noon, anyhow).

The tiller shield required some looking after and, now, that’s done. Next shot at the equipment will be the lawn mower. Need to clean and prep it for winter storage. That’ll be a days project as I’ll need to sharpen and balance the blades as well as cleaning the filters and cleaning the nooks and crannies of the thing.

All leaves are gone, now, from the Walnut trees. The squirrels are busy gleaning the few remaining hanging fruit. I’ve raked once and used the mower to munch the nuts and leaves. I rake they into rows and run up and down the rows throwing mulched leaves and cracked Black Walnut pieces everywhere. Hell of a racket.

That takes away the squirrels winter haul I’m afraid, but I certainly get tires of  turning ankles on the silly nuts tending the bird feeders in the winter.

So. The house is winter ready, the equipment is near finished,  I’m mobile again and election day approaches – as does the organized annual handout to folks teaching their children to panhandle. Halloween.

I got some Hershey bars the other day. I’d thought of shotgun shells, but couldn’t determine any argument to convince  a judge shooting the snot nosed creatures was all an accident. I let the idea go.

Maybe I can convince the parents through conversation in the various coffee klutches that opening the door for each little brat is wasting fossil fuel energy, like wasting cold opening the Fridge when the power is off.

I think, really, I’ll have a fat chance of convincing anyone of anything along those lines. In fact, knowing country folks, I’d probably get more visits – you know, just to show me?

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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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