Monday, August 01. 2016

Not a lot going on this morning. Someone came along and cut Dogs lead. Probably the same dikes that cut the fencing round about.

A grocery run very early this morning – they were still dusting the cash drawers and counting noses it was so early. Good for me – I only got distracted by two pretty women wandering about. I tripped on a power cable that they’d put out for inventory.

The appointed sheriff, the son of the slain sheriff, has decided to run for the office for a regular term. I’m pessimistic about it. When I first heard the confirmation of it I asked if he’d had any children yet and maybe we’d best not elect him sheriff until he’d fathered at least one.

Not a nice thing to say, but heart felt, none the less.

And now, NASCAR is starting.

You just knew there was some reason for the early grocer trip, didn’t you.


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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