Tuesday, November 01, 2016

I think I’ve gotten absolutely everything caught up. I think.

At least I thought that until five minutes ago. Coming in I walked by  the tractor and noticed that the right main was low.

The installers of the water system in the village have dug up the barr  ditch in front of the house. They were chasing a water leak. They took a crack break (purchased from my near neighbor) and, I suppose, waited, until the high had worn off a bit and dug some more. They found the leak, then quit, leaving several holes filling with water and all kinds of tools and a tractor.

Nice tractor. A Case.

I’m tempted to spoil my near neighbor’s business by telling the crew that the entire area they are working in is covered by security cameras that work continuously

Tempted, but probably won’t. I’ve told the near neighbor that if it happened off my place he’d best turn his back. On my place was my business.

It was outside the sidewalk – well, where the old sidewalk use to be before the village got too poor to keep them up.

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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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