Tuesday, September 15, 2015

I suppose a small back pat is in order.

I mean, well, I did say pumpkins were hitting the stores and I did say that this season was the activity season around here, and all that stuff – I’m taking a small page from The Donald’s book of self credit.

The Donald’s book of self credit is somewhat different than dra-mama’s victory laps and selfies.

Garden City’s Donovan Mader broke a state record this year with his submission to the giant pumpkin contest at the Kansas State Fair. His monster, which he grew in his abandoned horse pen from a seed he purchased for $25 online, broke the previous state record set in 2007.

Read more here: http://www.kansas.com/entertainment/state-fair/article35298549.html#storylink=cpy

His monster was a mere 1034 pounds.

How the hell does one get a pumpkin that big anywhere.

Yeah, yeah. I know. Carefully.

The link even has a picture of the thing. Imagine the chagrin of all those Californians when they figure out the amount of water it took to grow that silly pumpkin.

Quiet around here, except for the animals dropping whole branches in the yard. They’ve gotten tired of sticks, it is now branches. Silly wiggles.

I hit the grocers yesterday on the way home. They appeared well disposed to see me. A change from the last visit there five months ago. I was fortunate to speak with a butcher and he wanted me to buy the store brand of Jalapeno wurst.

I didn’t have the stomach to do that, and had trouble putting him off. The reason I didn’t want that type of food was simple: The first and last time I bought them I got the heaves something terrible and, because I was headed for the throne to donate dog got hold of the remainder on the plate and I was cleaning behind him for two hours.

Try explaining that to a butcher sometime, especially when he’s touting his product.

Probably a good way of losing a bet of some kind.

Chicken is scarce. And for some reason my grocer is short of pork.


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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