Wednesday, July 22, 2015

I informed Housekeeper today that I’d told her story to the contractor lady. Housekeeper and I exchanged information and she conceded that she wasn’t familiar with the contractor, but that she was well acquainted with the father (owner).

Housekeeper did say, finally, that the white crew that did such a lousy job for her and hubby was headed by the owners son (at the time). She added that they looked good and worked quickly, just didn’t know the job very well.

I will however get an all Mexican Crew. The crew will have my house as the second of the day. The reason is the first will be seventy-two miles from their home port and some thirty two miles south of me.

That’s a travelling crew.

Ever wonder how your town stacks up  to other like towns around the country? Personally I don’t really want to know . . . Well, maybe.

Anyhow, check here:

The fair, so reports Housekeeper, in her home town wasn’t much this year. The number of exhibitors was down this year and only one or two was actually worth the effort to see. We talked about the reasons for the decline in quality of the smaller fairs and we concluded that: 1. The organizers were getting too old to put in the effort; 2. The displayers were not being prepared by the older bunch as they should be, but we did feel the few kids that entered the fair as competitors were not that hung up with electronics.

We did agree that the more activity things – like parades and what not  – were of vast interest to the spectators and participants. The static stuff not so much.

Housekeepers nephew was a Grand Prize winner for his bug collection this year. He had a wide selection of bugs; and placed small cards with both the common name and scientific name, where the critter met its end and the method of collection.

Housekeeper was impressed with the display – as, obviously, were the judges. It was a popular exhibit.


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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