Tuesday, January 24. 2017

I’ve had several bad days lately. Mostly my fault for not looking before turning the corners.

Renter , in response to a request from me, brought over a song book. My idea is to copy several songs to a larger format. Renter had said he had several books from his school band days. He played trumpet.

I figured “Why not.” and told him to turn his dog loose.

He brought over, in addition, a hymnal. He knows my distaste with organized religion, but brought it over anyway. He pointed out the book was dedicated to his Grandfather on his fathers side.

I refused at first to take the book. He countered by saying he knew where the book was and that I’d probably take care of it.

Foolish person.

He told me he’d found it among a box of outdated books in the church basement. He’d just reached in and hauled out the book, blindly.

Which made me feel he was suppose to have the book, not I.

There is a web site that allows one to download musical staff programs. I will be able to print as many pages as I wish, in a size  I can readily use.

That’s a good thing.

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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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