Sunday, June 26, 2016

-A cold front went through. The temps dropped from nine hundred in the shade to nine hundred in the sunlight.

The front did make rain on the way through. That had the affect of wringing some of the moisture from the air and it feels more bearable.

The computer became un-plugged and the battery died. It came un-plugged from the computer end – I cannot blame the dog on that one, worst luck.

I mentioned that the village would have money left over from the repiping going on, and the State wouldn’t let us use it on the pumping station. The State has now condemed our water source. Why, we asked. Because they say, we don’t want you repairing your pumping station, and we think your source is too small to use on a village your size.

There is a whole lot of grumbling going on. The village fathers have finally gotten the attention of some politician in the State Legislature and that worth had one of his men attend a meeting between the village fathers and the water people over our formal protests to over regulation by the department, about lots of things including not allowing us to spend money that needs spending even for the short term to meet their demands; which they keep finding excuses, one after another, to our conservative efforts.

The legislature man left after the meeting without saying much, just shaking his head to the things he’d hear.

Good Luck, us.

_________

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:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com 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 )

Google+ photo

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

Connecting to %s