Saturday, May 16, 2015

Local stuff.

Arkansas City woman arrested after grabbing officer’s sidearm

Alcohol related.

The dove,  the barking dog, the sick sounding cat fight that tries to be a crow, a dove and I don’t know what all, and another couple were around most of the night.

My dog is getting better with his silent alarms; not barking when he knows intruders are out and about. I’m not certain I’ll try to train him not to  growl, however. I’m becoming dependent on his growl to alert me to a couple of the imitators. He has a distinctive growl for each ‘voice’.

A rather calm day. Too calm. This type  of calm is tornado weather. I’m not sure what is west of us, but I don’t think it is good.

The calves should be okay, I’ll worry about me and  dog.

And the question of the day:

What do you  call a line of rabbits walking backward?

A receding hare line.

No thanks to Renter for not saying “I don’t know. What?”

No fun at all.


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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