Saturday, March 05. 2016

I caucused. Weird how that word looks, in print, so much like cursing.

I also got the neighbor Lady’s garden tilled up. I’m not sure why they are planting peach trees in the garden edges, but I suppose, them being farmers and all, there is  good reason. I’m just not in on the knowledge.

Makes tilling a pain. Before he died, Renter put in RR ties. His Missus sad the ws going to plant strawberries in the section timbered off. Then he planted the peach trees on the garden side  rather than the grassy side.

“Course, the Lady doesn’t want to disturb the trees and is hesitant to pull out the timbers of the strawberry patch. Can’t say I blame her. The two were married for fifty four years and had five kids. They have twelve or thirteen grandkids – one of their boys fathered quads.

That was fun to watch. The Quads father had to call all the kids in this winter (their high school last year) and explained to them he really couldn’t send all the kids to College. It was just too much. Especially as the family had seven kids. The quads cam late and last.

The father told the kids that he would do the best he could and that was the first year of college, or maybe a trade school of some sort, just until the kids could get some further education and perhaps a waiting period.

All kids got together and three accepted the first year of college offer, the others made arrangements for trade schools. Two signed on with a company that offered advanced courses for the workers, a couple of others eyed mechanics schools with Harey Davidson and another company.

That’s a pretty put together family. Wish all those kids luck.


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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