Wednesday, December 28, 2016

It is another early summer day.

It is.

Weird.

Dog had rather be lying in the sun than on his soft bed – which I’ve recently washed and which smells all Freebreezy and stuff.

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This isn’t the dopers alarm rooster, but a generally good facsimile of what produces the loud noises at three in the mornings.

It gives me day dreams of crock pots or roasting pans.

Dog and I had some fun with the dopers last night. Pity they don’t understand. I ignore them usually during the foot ball game and the College Bowl Games ran rather late last night.

Very late.

Army won their bowl game. The other two military schools play later this week. All of which reminds me (After suffering Kerry’s bull shit performance) that the bowl games will continue soon on ESPN.

I’ve been thinking of getting the ESPN App. My eye sight is terrible for color anymore and maybe a smaller screen will concentrate enough to bring some off it back.

If I forget, have a Happy New Year. Wish for what you believe is impossible but desirable, and then strive to get there.

__________

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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