Sunday, February 22, 2015

One knows when one has been watching too much TV – especially when one knows which channel the TV is tuned to by watching the advertisements.

The cold has gotten to GAWD (Great Assed White Dog). He couldn’t get out of the way of a vehicle and got clipped. He would have to choose one of the folks that hate him to be slow in front of, however. He lives. Just beat up a bit. The dog has a heart for sure.

I took the village to task over the times two rate increase. I found out that the village was forced by the State into a matching grant and we are now paying off a loan that we will not use for another year. Uh, pay it forward, folks, if you want it.

NASCAR – Earnhardt Jr. finished where he started. Third.

Which is pretty good considering he was nineteenth at a late point in the race. Far better finish than I would have guessed at that point.

Weather. Cold. Snow. We dodged most of the really bad stuff however. We were brushed very, very lightly with freezing rain. A bit of clear ice and a bit of rime ice, then light snow that has lasted most of the day.

The Harvest Kitchen I mentioned back in Sept, started by the Pastor that acted as my driver, is going well. They foundmoney. They then buy groceries from the State at about four to each dollar a business from Wichita that is matching every one hundred dollar donation of local money. The deal is better as the church then buys groceries at about four times any dollar spent from the State.

They then bring it back to the church and sell it to customers at six cents a pound – yes, that means meats and breakfast foods and canned goods.

We have about two hundred people in the surrounding area paying the utility taxes, and the church is selling cheap groceries to about ninety-three customers a week. Another month of so the word will expand, I suppose.

Glad the program is working. The weird part is that there are no qualifications. If one needs groceries, go buy them. The church knows that there will be some that can afford to buy else where coming, but is depending on peer pressure to hold abuse low.

Makes a fellows ears wiggle.


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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