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Over the years, most partners/spouses have well-defined tasks. This was definitely true in our fifty-three years of marriage. For example, unless Peter was out of town, he put the garbage cans out near the curb every Tuesday.  He also took primary responsibility for our tax returns and was the lawn-mower-in-chief.  He was adept at changing flat bicycle tires.  However, he was not capable of running the washing machine and dryer.  

The other day, I realized that I did not have a sharp knife in the house. That was another chore Peter owned.

I dug out the electric knife sharpener from way back in a closet. Then, I realized I could do some real damage (to me) if I didn’t use it properly.  After an extensive search of our instructions notebook, I found the instruction booklet.  (Yes, I looked online first, but our model was outdated years ago.) 

I sharpened every single knife in my kitchen.

What a difference!

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2 responses to “Sharp Knives”

  1. Richard McNally Avatar

    Well done, Judy. My dear Mom always used to say, “There’s nothing more dangerous than a dull knife.” (Because one has to press so hard to compensate for the blade’s dullness, the likelihood of a mistake is greater than with a sharp one that cuts easily.) She also used to say, when exasperated by a home with seven children running wild in it: “Give me a dull knife and I’ll cut my wrists.” Such a kidder.

  2. Yellow Shoes Avatar
    Yellow Shoes

    Another hurdle – good job.
    Funnily enough you selected jobs I always do, put the bins out, mow the lawn. But conscious of the passing years and inevitable widowhood ( or oblivion of course! ) I’ve also learned how to pay bills via iPhone, bleed a radiator, do my tax returns and drive our new automatic car.

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