Sunday, May 10, 2015

More rain last night. The ground is finally saturated. Standing water on flat places and the creeks run bank high.

That is not a totally grumpy situation. If the winds stay away much will eventually soak into the soil and give our ground water a boost.

Renter came over yesterday and we moved the bush hog over to his storage area. He has a small tractor and the five foot hog will suit him much better that the six footer he has been trying to use on that small Ford.

While over we discussed the death of his local mechanic, and the object of the ambulance run I mention I might be incorrect about. Only partially.

The mechanic died of cancer – evidently a fast moving cancer, as it took him within six months.

I said that I was partially incorrect. They blame the death on the cancer, while at the same time mentioning that they found the cancer and treated it “aggressively”. That is to say they gave him both chemo and x-ray, concurrently. He reacted badly and they gave him pain killers, while his wife was away getting medicine he went into the bathroom and was sick, died there.

His business will  be taken over by his two sons, but they have no desire to continue it beyond finishing the jobs the father had around the shop and they will then close it all down and auction off the tools and parts.

The second follow up on this Sunday is the near neighbors missing lawn mower.

On Friday there was some movement in the village of people that generally support near neighbors family. A bob tailed semi as chasing about the village during the day, then it returned to the yard at the village limits.

It is very, very seldom a truck leaves the concerns yard without a trailer, and this one was being driven by the mechanic, who, I believe, does not have a tractor/trailer license.

Sometime after dark last night the bob tail and the brothers pickup truck departed the village; sometime around two-thirty a.m. it returned in a hurry, followed by the pickup and a short time later by a car.

The bob tails driver jumped into the car and the P/U and car departed at high speed to parts unknown.

As per normal behavior, near neighbor did a highly visible tour of the village on his normal vehicle, a lawn mower, and he deliberately called attention to his presence.  Rather like a page from the Clintons handbook, see, here I am, nothing going on here, move along.

Now to find out what did go on.

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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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