Sunday, July 26, 2015

Hot, hot.

Wheat harvest is well under way. Heat and harvest. They seem to go together well. Renter had some flood damage, he said. Four trees undercut and had fallen into the creek bed. He did have a person willing to cut out the trunks for lumber.

Given the price of walnut anymore, the effort is easily worth the time.

These trees were what Renters father was saving for him. Part of his patronage,I think. It’s a shame the creek had to take them down somewhat prematurely.

Near neighbors brother evidently got out on bail, or they simply let him go pending catching him again. He came around last night well after dark and parked up the road, walked along the fence and fussed about the house.

One thing about predictability, the police know about where and when to look for him when they want him. And want him they will (well, maybe not. They don’t necessarily yhunt up trouble, just do what’s necessary). The brother is the  one with the mean streak. Violence is his answer to all, Pity all the meanest couldn’t have been creativity.

The siding project should get underway sometime next week. I’ve signed the papers. It is the smallest of the projects (other than replacing a few fascia board, which I’ll do myself) for this year.

I’ve about completed the backfilling the various sink holes that developed around the pastures and lawn areas. I had to wait for the creed and dam area to dry enough to till the bottom and  blade some dirt piles.

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A Bing Photo

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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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