Friday, May 20, 2016

It is raining again today. I don’t mind the rain, mind. We really need what we’ve been getting . .  . no puddles thus far, at least since the deluge we had Tuesday. Those went away and it has been drizzle, drizzle.

Grumpy Dwarf

The calves fair well. Clear eyed, spritely and they are settling into area. They took several days to walk the fences and learn what was theirs. Usually they’ll do that within the first day or so.

This bunch was different. Some that had been with another herd, a few that came off the range almost unlicked through the auction house. It took them awhile to integrate . It wasn’t until then they walked the fence.

I don’t spook them anymore, nor does Dog.

The Frump and Trump are engaged in a low grade war. That’s nothing new. What is new is the Frump seems to think her opinion of Trump is worth something. How an ego can over look its own miniature status to judge another is beyond making ones teeth itch, really.

I notice, along with the rest of the world, that she is abdicating her role, if elected, of controlling the economy to her husband. Silly woman. Of course, she has abdicated many responsibilities in the past, hasn’t she; movie makers, lives, honor, and truth.

What’s the name of that character? “The Upright Man”?

Oh, that’s right, she ain’t a man. Can’t expect honor from a protected species. Even claiming equal status isn’t acceptable responsibilities be damned  – Umm?

As the one reading over my shoulder says: “It’s the party, Stupid.”


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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