Monday, June 29, 2015

Man, here we are. Half way through this year.  Can’t believe it.

Running hot. The rain teased us the other day and yesterday the T-Storms slid around to the south. Still dry.

The roofing materials showed up this morning. Spent some time helping the driver unload the stuff. Heavy are those tiles. The estimator sent along twenty-one squares of tile. I use tile rather than shingles as these are asphalt tile (shingles). My choice was rust brown. That’s what it up there, more or less. The workshop is the same relative color.

Now I have to plan the woodwork and the siding for the workshop. I think I’ll get that finished before fall and completed. That’ll be nice.

Strange folks about the village. They are performing minor damage to peoples property. They don’t seem to be around stealing, just minor damage of fences, trees and equipment. They’ve even left hand tools alone in favor of twisting a mirror off the truck doors.

They appear closer to mentally disturbed than simple stupid theft.

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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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