Saturday, September 19, 2015

The contractors came back yesterday. They had forgotten to pack up several tools and spent about a half hour gathering respirators, snip s and a stray hammer or so.

I knew that I can cause cashiers to mis-manage their registers, but hadn’t a clue that my presence would discommode an entire construction crew. They apologized for the inconvenience and went on their way.

I’m late noting this, the Labor Day activities traded in their hay ride for a street dance this year. The music was provided by a local pick-up band down the fire house way. Missed that one, I did.

The weekly State vs. whomever contained a nod toward modern thinking; four women facce the bar out of nine cases. That’s near equality.

The night have turned cooler. There for a while I was willing to bet we’d have snow before Halloween. We still may.

NASCAR and college football today. All shopping for the month is finished, no activities are scheduled – with the exception of a new business opening in the county seat some time (unspecified) this next week.


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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