Sunday, April 26, 2015

It is now, officially, summer.

Other than the sunshine, the warmer temperatures, and the gardeners wanting the plots tilled, I know it from the number of motorcycles running about and the Snow Bird mobiles coming through.

And the Garage Sales.

Various villages are advertising certain days for intercity sales and the paper is full of For Sales.

Even the storage units are getting into the act with sealed bids for the rent and listing bunches of stuff for sale.

From the listings folks that suffered the recent depression are losing household goods that will cost quite a bit to replace. Sofa’s, recliners, tables and chairs, hutches and sideboards.

Makes a fellow wonder where the people went and how it is with them that they gave up all those things for bad rental debts or if they met with more success than they had here and replaced the stuff wherever there might be.

Noticed that two of the sales were woman’s clothes and baby clothes. A thoughtful pause there.

Didn’t see any guns for sale, though the auctions carried a few and auctions are down in number. It appears except for death the estates made their big generational transitions one and two years ago.

Perhaps the county is stable again and remain so for a few years. Although from the criminal cases in the paper the younger generation getting into trouble has two age groups.

The truly young, around seventeen to twenty four; and, the other group is around fifty-ish to  fifty-ish four or five.

What that second group represents I haven’t either a clue nor the patience to plot it out for my personal edification.

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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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