Friday, December 26, 2014

Surprising how the world gets along when the dra-mama plays golf on a far off island.

Renter has been eyeing the cattle market and has decided he will get back into the game of feeder calves. Hence, I get calves come grass season. I decided, in Sept, not to raise meat cows over the winter. I may change my mind some time next summer. I usually do.

Village news: We lost another dopper to an OD this week. I’m never sure whether to cheer or feel sad or simply shrug and not comment. A married woman. Left two kids. Nine and eleven. A husband – who is, yes, ‘one of them’. It’s a life, I suppose.

I don’t remember if I reported on it, but the stairwell is fixed; the roofing had pulled away from the siding above the stairwell and weakened the plaster. While the contractor had the time I had him level the joists to the mud room, so now that floor no longer gives one vertigo. We took inventory of several outside jobs I want done come warm weather. The To-Do list is now longer than my bank statement.

Housekeeper tells me one of her customers (a divorced man) is hosting his son, who opted to house with the mother after the divorce.

About the time we discussed that, her phone rang. It was the divorced man. He informed Housekeeper that his ex-wife had purchased a new home near his current one and was moving in the next Housekeeper visit period. He was, he informed Housekeeper going to be gone, helping his ex move in so he’d have to pay her in January some time. When I questioned her as to the compatibility of the father/son she said they don’t get along worth a damn.

So, I said to her, the son was the bait and distraction and the ex gets the labor free?

Housekeeper asked me: “Are the women the smart sex or not?”

Housekeeper isn’t a charitable person when it comes to emotions.


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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