Thursday, August 20, 2015

Weird and wooley things are planned in this village.

Free hot dogs, muddy volley ball, lawn mower pulls, free ice cream and other activities to include throwing bail of hay, and racing turtles.

The- village will be having its Labor Day thing-a-jig. One thing I haven’t mentioned and should is the antique car show and they take part in the parade. The cars usually arrive by driving by my house and I enjoy watching them in between the dirty farm trucks and visitors arriving in town.

I cannot say that the viewing is all that appealing as I live here and see many of the shinny faces on a day to day basis, but the kids, and many of the adults, light up and almost glow in anticipation. Some thing, I suppose, described in  the first book of the Wheel of Time.

This year my participation will be limited to mowing my lawn. Usually, for most folks around, the last lawn mowing event of the year.

I’m surprised that I still have the calves. They are normally gone by this time,


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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