Thursday, May 28, 2015

More rain. Still day. The stuff is like a tropics down pour.

The cattle still look healthy, and oddly enough, happy. Dog is grumpy.

Found a fellow from a survey crew putzing under the road the other day. He was playing with a slender rod about seven feet long with a key board attached to it. I asked him what was up and he said he was surveying elevations for the new water system we are pre-paying for.

The rod reads the GPS location and the elevation from the units in space. I wondered how accurate they are and he said the vertically to within about a quarter inch and horizontally about half that.

I started to question him on the accuracy when he held the pole cocked as he tended to do, but thought better of it. No point really. Besides, with the accuracy he accepted I’m sure they could drop a rock on my roof if so inclined.

The accident that killed a couple of kids I reported on affected a great many of the dopers round about. I went for groceries and coming home there were four of them standing on the highway, arms crossed, staring down into the gully at the wrecked truck (one that made many trips to near neighbors place) rather blank faced.

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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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