Sunday, November 22, 2015

Out in the Flint hills, which takes in about three-quarters of Kansas, if one listens to the natives explain that THEY live in the Flint Hills, things move at the comfortable speed.

That’s some where between not moving at all and motionless.

We do have a gitalong gear. It’s slower than a school bus with no stops and faster that the family Farmal Tractor.

All of that to explain the county seat’s paper of note has created a web site. They are a in the subscription business on line now. That happened last week. They’ve been after the idea for a year or better – after getting to the ‘talking about it’ stage.

That poses a problem for me. Subscribe, don’t subscribe? Do both? Only one.

I like the local paper, yes. But how much.

This getting back into playing music has gotten out of hand. Books, okay. No music stand, not so hot. There is, however, a larger problem.

Every room in the house has an electric ceiling fan. Those thingy’s with the four lights hanging beneath. Well, all except the bath. The bath is a normal ceiling light.

No. The problem is those hanging lights. They are all forty watt bulbs or less and if one adds them all up they come to a hundred twenty watts. That’s a lot of light, maybe. The thing is they are fairly cheap Wally World Chinese things with pretty pressed yellow glass dumma flatchies around them.

That cuts down on the light considerable. So much so, in fact, that I have to get within six inches of the music books to see the notes on the score, and that is, to be brief, is hard to do when one is playing a three foot long woodwind instrument. Impossible even.

So I hit upon Amazon again. This time I found some of those two feet long works in any position word snake lights.

I bought two. They are LED and all that. Then I went over to my credit card account and looked at the total bill for this excursion into my ‘new hobby’.

I realized, looking at the account, why I was never allowed to join the school band. They demanded uniforms I knew my family could not afford. Unless one has a fan base and is on tour.

I wonder how one starts one of those Crowd Funded things on line?


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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