Friday, April 24, 2015

The north water fence is still being hampered by a foot and a half of water. Though truthfully it is the mud that’s holding up progress. Hate to slough my way through the stuff.

Finished with the Reverend. He timed the tilling about right. He came out about half way through the process and we chatted – although I was still under the weather after getting caught in that cold rain three or four days ago. I was chilled sitting there talking with him but he had something he wanted to tell me.

And he did.

He was taking a couple of kids KC ward to participate in a contest. Two kids from the village were judged good enough to play an instrument and write songs and were entered in the contest.

His daughter was one of them. Piano and self written song – music and words. Well done, Reverend.

In that vein; two links to parentage:

Oklahoma mom charged after infant found dead, being eaten by roaches

Speeding sign gaining attention in Arkansas City

I’m still debating a garden. It has only been two years I’ve been thinking about one.


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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