Saturday, January 02, 2015

I’m blurry eyed from watching all these College Bowl Games. It seemed a good idea to catch as many as possible. That was at the time.

I went shopping today. Housekeepers home town – all three banks were closed. The doctors office was closed. The grocery/pharmacy was closed. The service station was closed.

Forty miles back in the other direction, where I normally shop, I stopped at three stores. None carried single edged razor blades, which is what I really wanted. One store didn’t know the prices of four items I did select and the aisle’s were full of boxes of non-displayed items. They tried to find the prices of the item but couldn’t.

The liquor store, where I buy my annual goodies for Christmas stuff, didn’t have and could not get the usual liquor I purchase.

After all the running about, being disappointed and disgusted with cheerful salutations without substance, I gave it up and came home. Where I discovered, tucked away in a corner cabinet, the exato knife I needed. I’d forgotten I had a set of those knifes in the electronic tools box. I don’t use them enough  anymore.

Check the pet the thieves took:

Thieves take three pets from Wichita house

– ‎20 hours ago‎

WICHITA, Kan.— A home burglary was reported on Wednesday afternoon, near 9th and West Street. “Someone broke the back window and completely destroyed everything in the house and stole our dog and our two guinea pigs,” said Bethany, pet owner.

And dra-mama is after his gun business outside the constitution limits. I hope, sincerely, that he makes his complete tour. He isn’t worth anything but fading into history.


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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