Wednesday, September 16, 2015


True conservatives, I’m disposed to believe, spend money on things they need; only, and after much deliberation, on things they really need, then with hesitation and thoughts of tomorrow and the day after. They aren’t into display or stuff like that.

Some months ago I copied most of my neighbors in quiet celebration of a neighbor whose wife worked three jobs, and he four, winning the Lottery. They won Ten Million.

Today’s conversation with Housekeeper revealed that she had talked with the Lady whose husband won the money. It appears that:

  • They live in the same house.
  • In the same town.
  • Neither has stopped working at any of the jobs.
  • Their kids attend the same schools.
  • That they have spent some of the money:

     a. Three lawn mowers. One for themselves and one each for the Mother-in-Laws.

     b. Three vehicles. Used. None newer than five years back. One truck for him for a work truck. One for a Mother-in-Law. And a Mini-van for the Lady to replace her twenty year old truck she used for work transportation. “It was about worn out: the Lady reported.

There are other things one could probably surmise from all this, but up front and center – “ “Most of the money we invested.”.

Conservative. That’s what it is.


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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