Saturday, February 20, 2016

Feeling good? Good.

Clear, here. Temps rising. Around four a.m. it was cool and nice – evem though the out of season dove’s broken foot has healed and he was out in the dark peeking in windows at that hour.

Poor sod. Speaking with Renter the other day (he’s still a village councilor and they group speak with the Sheriffs department) I learned that several people have begun reporting window peepers, round about.

I’m sure, from the pictures the department has from my cameras  that they know which one of the kids are doing the deed. It is just a matter of more proof – actually, more folks getting fed up with it – and the sheriff will take more action than simply talking with the parents. Who haven’t done such a hot job of raising the little snots.

Maybe I should modify that little snots stuff. These brats are a very immature eighteen.

Good things:

U.S. troops deploying from Wichita will have Girl Scout cookies in hand

– ‎15 hours ago‎

Some U.S. soldiers who’ll head for the Middle East on Sunday will take with them some treats provided by some Wichita Girl Scouts.

That beats a single flower down a gun barrel all hollow.

I’m finally making progress on those low notes. Belly’s sore, that six pack area, don’t cha know, but progress none the less. Dog has tried many times to find a refuge from the squeak’s and squawks of me trying to find F in the down range. He’s not succeeded yet, although he does sit near me when I practice until I start hitting dud’s.

Then he asks to go out and I find him, after practice, as far around the workshop as his lead will allow him.

So far the neighborhood dogs haven’t howled or barked at the practice. But they do not generally bark during that period either.

Maybe movie critics are re-incarnated dogs that lived with music students. And are getting their revenge.


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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