Thursday, February 12, 2015

Not falling for it (this time)…
9:40 am
An 86/f says she received a letter from out of the country stating that she’d won a large sum of money. She says she’s been scammed several time before and wasn’t falling for it this time. She sent the letter to police to check it out.

That’s from the Wichita Police Blotter, a couple of days back. It’s not the only item, to be sure, I just thought she finally learned – from several times.

I have those combination windows in the house. You know, the kind with the storm windows, screen and what not all in one item.

I didn’t know that the washing machine was against the wall. Nor did I realize a couple of the storm windows were loose in the tracks – not enough to really change the heating bill or anything.

Dog has been acting funny over the last few weeks. Barking at the windows in rooms separate, on either end of the house. He’s responsible for my seeing the window peeker a couple of times.  

Yesterday I decided I needed fresh clothes, just because, I suppose, the dog wasn’t near as friendly as normal and didn’t cuddle in front of the heater like normal. So, I cranked up the washing machine and drew a new cuppa.

Dog began pacing the house; from window to window; from laundry room to rear door. Each window received a single; “I know, I know, but I’m not really positive. But I know” sort of bark.

I started to follow him about with the flashlight and eventually we got to the laundry room and he looked at the machine thumping gently on the wall and settled down.

I spent several minutes checking all the windows and then changed clothes.

Dog followed all that activity, he’s now in front of the heater, cuddling my feet. Blocking the radiant stuff and deflecting the blower air.

I’ve concluded that the former as somewhat better than the latter, frankly. It was warmer when you’re just sitting.


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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