Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Clear skies, warming quickly to ‘damn hot’.

I got the barr ditch, the east side frontage mowed. I also got the east side yard and half the front done.

I also got my rear end chewed.

The west neighbor is getting off, he says, the village council. He’s now decided that he will be going full time with the postal service and will not be have the time to waste on the villages problems.

I asked him what he will be doing with the farm and he figures, he tinks, he might, maybe, he’ll rent out the greater part of it.

When I asked about the grandson (whom he has been training in the use of farm equipment for the past three years) he hemmed and hawed again for a bit and said he’d not talked with any of the family about it.

All of which is indicative of the way he has run his entire railroad, and life.

His wife, a full time postal route carrier, is setting herself up for retirement. She’s plead bad back, accumulated leave and has taken all her sick time off since June. She will retire in Sept.

Can’t blame her, I suppose. She’s worked hard most of her life and put her daughter through college. That daughter is now gainfully employed, married and out of the house. His son, also from a former marriage is now a father, and has his own life. It’s that grandson I was asking him about.

The rear end chewing I mentioned stemmed from me tell the neighbor I’d not have to be loaning him five gallons of gas for his mower if he’d raised the grandkid to think the free gas the kid was burning up running about on the ATV actually had a price and needed to be replaced.

“He’s a good boy.” is what I hear, and pointing out replacing the gas used would be tantamount to a good boy, as opposed to just staying not caught doing something illegal.

Of course, raising the question of raising a kid in his own image got twisted up in the conversation, too.

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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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One Response to Wednesday, August 17, 2016

  1. Retirement can be good, Ten. It might offer the chance to do the things a person might have been too busy to do.

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