Sunday, December 18, 2016

Deep freeze sets low temperature record in Wichita

If Sunday morning felt like it was one of the coldest in Wichita history, that’s because it was. Just after 7:30 a.m., the temperature in the city dipped to minus 10, an all-time record for Dec. 18,

I admit that I don’t live in Wichita, but near enough that my outside temperature sensor was wearing a jacket. I’m not exactly sure where the jacket came from but there were several birds sitting on the fence that were puffed up beyond beliefl I mean they were huuuge.

For tweedy birds

Yesterday was near blizzard conditions. Near, I say.  I could still see three houses East and almost all the way across the South neighbors eight acres.

Renter was out and about. Profiling, I think. Not really. His uncle was is laid up with kidney stones, and his son was in Topeka. Renter took care of his and the uncles stock.

That’s the thing about ranching – one is obligated to care for those that look to you.

Today is bitter cold, but sunny. I imagine the snow will soon be gone, as the ground hadn’t relly frozen yet.

This year my timing was correct as far as getting in winter supplies. Finished two days before the weather change from uncomfortable to miserable. Well done, me.

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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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