Tuesday, December 22, 2015

It is the season.

I mean, Christmas season in a pagan way. Kansas, at least around Wichita, seems to attract the crazy’s. What with the weird religious folks in the town within the city of Wichita.

We’ve had some funny things going on over the years that have a religious ceremony taint to them. As the Winter Solstice came and went this happened:

Newton farmer finds bull dead and mutilated

KWCH
– ‎10 hours ago‎

A bull found dead and mutilated, with parts of the animal removed – that’s what the Harvey County Sheriff’s Office is investigating.

I’ll say this with tongue in cheek, like. A fully formed bull is not good eating. Kinda bitter, really. Maybe the folks that did this are into self flagellation.

The Amazon stuff still hasn’t started arriving yet. I’m rather unsurprised, but rather fascinated. With the number of late shoppers out here it is fun to watch and see who wins the race with Christmas, Amazon or the system.

Oddly, it is of little consequence if the things arrive on or before Christmas because I won’t see the people they are intended for before, or even on, Christmas. The plan is the day after.

Still, the race is on, and the interest on my part academic, just interesting.

I received a phone call from a mutual friend (which is about to change, I think) of Housekeeper and myself.

The individual was upset with me for not giving Housekeeper a: 1. Christmas Bonus; and 2. a general bonus for past behavior.

I felt bad. The only defense I had was; it never really occurred to give her either. I was somewhat shocked, truth to tell. As Housekeeper said, she had to  think of herself and her own future. Not mine.

Maybe. Just maybe, I’ll do a belated something. Housekeeper still has the keys to the place and I’d like them back. About the only way to do that is buy them back.

Hmm?

_______

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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