Saturday, July 11, 2015

Weather seems the topic this year. Mostly rain and floods.

This one is from yesterday – when I said our rains skirted around us. They went north:

UPDATE: Man’s body recovered from floodwaters along Kansas Turnpike

The Kansas turnpike has a speed limit of 75 MPH. The area up there is pretty hilly.

Some few weeks ago I echoed the story of a prisoner going to the doctor and then kept on going. He was caught near home:

Wooten sentenced after jail escape

The moral of these kinds of stories about escaped prisoners is; if you seek to change your life, change your local and friends. I guess. Kind of difficult to hide where everyone knows you.

We have had rain over night. The cooler the weather (short of freezing) the more active the calves are.  The more active, the more water they drink. Weird. When the weather is in the nineties they drink, maybe, ten gallons a day apiece. Wet and cloudy, maybe fifteen gallons a day and a little bit more.

They eat more also.

Speaking of which, I have a pizza thawing out. I’ve decided that pizza is my change from meat and potatoes for lunch. No cola.

Or beer.

Just water.

Have to watch my waist line.

(I have been. It is expanding at a satisfactory rate. And evenly, also.)

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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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