Knife Tale

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Forty years ago there was a wedding shower given after school one day. If I remember correctly, the gifts were to be kitchen tools I wish I had. I can’t really remember any of them, except for one item.

It was a very thin blade knife with a plastic brown handle. I think it said it was a fruit and vegetable knife. I’d never seen a knife quite like it before. I wondered how I’d use it. For a long time, it sat in a drawer with other kitchen implements.

One day I decided to peel a grapefruit, but I wanted to get under the white pith of the peel, but not cut too deeply into the fruit.  As I searched for a tool in my kitchen drawer, I discovered the wedding shower knife. Hmmm, maybe this will work, I thought. It worked like a charm. It was the perfect tool to peel and segment a grapefruit!

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This knife is forty years old. Look closely at the photo on the right, see where the missing piece of metal broke away.

Year after year, it did the job. However last year a small piece broke off where the blade meets the handle. Now the blade seems a little wobbly when I cut. I don’t know what I will do when it finally breaks apart. I guess I will be haunting the kitchen implement stores looking for a replacement of a knife that was given to me forty years ago. Wonder how long it will last (assuming I can find one).

Never Again! (Maybe?)

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Circumstances required me to do some grocery shopping outside of my normal day. No big deal, I thought. I will just run in and get what I need. Ha! That was a dream.

Negotiating the course was tricky. Carts and people blocked pathways through the aisles. I peered down the aisle wondering, do I really need something here? Unfortunately, the answer was usually yes.

Not only were the stores filled with shoppers, but they echoed with the wailing of small children who did not want to be shopping and I’m sure they needed a nap. Their squalling made me want to cover my ears. By the time I had gathered all my necessary supplies, I had a pounding headache.

Finally the car was loaded, I sank into the driver’s seat wishing I could just close my eyes and rest, but there were items needing refrigeration in the back of my car. Onward I pressed, vowing to NEVER go grocery shopping on a Saturday again!

Thankfully, most of the time I can select another day since I am mostly retired. I’m sorry for those who work all week and that is the only day you have to shop. One day you too, will be able to abandon Saturday shopping.

 

 

Decision Day

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It’s decision day!

The sun shirking its job, slept in.

Gray skies, misty drizzle

 A breath of coolness

 Greeted bare arms.

News media reported

 Long lines wrapped around the building.

Not so, in my polling place.

 Twenty minutes later,

 Decision recorded

I walked back out into the gray day,

But lighter in heart.

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 My civic responsibility completed.