Monday, November 20, 2016

Pity the dra-mama can’t let it go.

Pity the entire Democratic Party can’t let it go.

Sick people.

From the good grief section:

The folks working on the village water system have dug eight holes of various sizes and across the width of the barr ditch.

They have had the 811 crew out marking lines and recently the ATMOS people have dug a couple of holes looking or the gas line. They found it, very near where the water crew would be putting in the my water line to my new meter.

The gas people left the line exposed so the water crew could see it.

This morning the water crew began digging the spur ditch for service. They cut their own main water  line.

I’m still on the old water system and have water, but the water crew is now digging another large hole to find the main line to repair the break.

So far, the new main line in front of my house has had three repairs. That is all within eighty feet or so.

The old line hadn’t leaked in the past twenty years out there.

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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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