Friday, December 18, 2015

One week left until you drop from shop.

Ain’t that nice. And then I can spend three months saving for taxes, then the next three paying back the credit card, and the three after that wondering what I can do for next Christmas.

That pretty well takes care of the year. I will admit that somewhere in there is about two weeks of wrestling with the re-gifting problems. That’s a very serious problem, you know.

I have one of those glass blocks that were so popular as room dividers way back in the forties. Someone stuck some christmas tree lights in it and someone else gave it to me as a token of Christmas respect.

It so happened that a number of gifters, and receivers, had placed tiny initials on the base – if base one of those things has a base. I think I r-cognize several of those initials. I’ll add mine and “absently” re-gift it to the last set of initials, less me, of course.

Never could stand that set of initials, anyhow.

Speaking of movies (have we?), or was it a song? Something about a Candy Man? Ah, well:

Elementary School counselor arrested on drug charges

– ‎49 minutes ago‎

According to the Reno County Sheriff’s Office, Terry McMurry, 49, was arrested on charges of possession with intent to distribute cocaine and marijuana and possession of paraphernalia with the intent to distribute.

He failed his testing this year, I’d guess.

I finally had to order the sheet music stand from Amazon. The local furniture store was too lazy to drive to their ware house, nine blocks away, an abandoned church, and pick up the stand as they said they might.

Had an Old Sergeant one time. He ran a business on the side (using his troops as customers). He ran into a couple of problems with a persistent young trooper and didn’t want to do business with the kid.

I suggested a way to avoid direct contact with the trooper and the Old Sergeant sighed and said that if the kid wanted to spend a quarter and he didn’t get it, someone else would. A quarter being a quarter more than the Old Sergeant then had.

I’m not sure the Kid and Old Sergeant ever got together, but both transferred out without blood shed.

Neither dropped by to say Good-bye.


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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