Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Two of the calves arrived this morning. Straight from the auction house and about wild and wide eyed as one could find them. Small critter, scrawny, about three hundred and fifty, four hundred pounds.

Renter tells me he will bring the rest later this afternoon – after he finishes with the kids working for a church scholarship.

And there;s a tale. They roped me into their project over at the ball field. The activity is centered around the requirements the church sets up to give out scholarships. To meet the minimum requirements each person competing must put in certain hours of free community service.

Today we had eighty head of candidates putting in hours divided them into groups . We got a lot of loose siding nailed, chair link fence free of tears and dug out benches re-bolted and some welding done. The concession stand got a new window and counter.

A productive morning.

I missed breakfast and over ate at lunch. Painful all the way around.

And now you know why I stay well away from the church. It’s too damn easy to get roped into projects looking for a silly volunteers.


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.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s