Tuesday, December 15, 2015

The whole school district of L.A.. Closed.

I remember when a snow day was a strange thing. Now it is non-specific threat against our schools.

The miserable news continues in my little part of the world. Spirit Airplane is encouraging retirements and is laying off. Other places are looking for Federal Funds to continue operations. Crimes of monetary gain are rising.

About the only good news is law enforcement is hiring, and a couple of officers out west are summoned for game violations.. Maybe they need a raise.

There is good news, however. I’m sure. It just hasn’t reached me yet.

Last night was one of those late, three thirty a.m. nights. I sat in the dark after MNF (Giants won) and watched the fog form. It was quit enough to make your teeth ache. The fog wasn’t one of those creeping around corners and sifting through the plum thickets type fogs. Nope. This just wasn’t and then was. Thin, non-creepy, fog. Water started dripping off the roof and making it hazardous to walk beneath trees, type stuff.

Not a hint of wind. Made me wonder for oxygen deprivation. Wanted a breeze to break up that crypt stillness.

At the first hint of sun rise that fog was simply – gone. Even more quickly than it had arrived. Weird.

I’m sure Star Wars didn’t have anything to do with it. I haven’t purchased a ticket.


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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