Thursday, December 18, 2014

Snow, ice and foggy. Dogs in an up-roar over the contractor tearing out the ceiling of the stair well.

Poor little fellow is so use to being ejected to the mud room when strangers are about.

I’m having a problem today. I’ve performed my occasional trick of blindsiding the dictionary for a word or words that I must then use somewhere in a post to the blog.

This morning, having changed my mind about leaving the house to the contractor, I turned to  Windows Live Writer and found myself without subject or content. Up came the dictionary, rejected was googling for writing prompts.

And the word? Um. Well. It was consomme.

And here I thought, all a long, that the cup of broth I so enjoy was just that, boiled meat broth. Yeah, I strain it also.

Dwelling on it, I don’t think curling my little finger while indulging would be worth while.


From the reaches,

Ten Whickey

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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