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I was walking around our place today, and noticed the new sprouts of fennel poking up among the old stalks. Time to cut the old stalks down. My Udhaipur villager would snick through them all with a flick of the wrist. But I am for the moment without khukuris. My hand unconsciously drifts down to my pocket for a Sebenza. Dogonne, that's gone too.
I go over to the shed to retrieve an old serrated sickle. After some sawing I realize that this isn't going to work. Besides, it's making my thumb hurt. The one the 6-year-old 65-pound girl sprained for me in my last judo practice.
Back to the shed to retrieve an old pair of hedge clippers. To bad the felco snippers disappeared. The hedge clippers work to cut the stalks, in about 10 times the time a khukuri takes. Then off to the climbing roses that are sending big shoots into the garden. Hedge clippers work on them too, in a primitive sort of way.
It will be good when I can retrieve my sophisticated tools from a mature culture, and stop using these primitive American tools.
I go over to the shed to retrieve an old serrated sickle. After some sawing I realize that this isn't going to work. Besides, it's making my thumb hurt. The one the 6-year-old 65-pound girl sprained for me in my last judo practice.
Back to the shed to retrieve an old pair of hedge clippers. To bad the felco snippers disappeared. The hedge clippers work to cut the stalks, in about 10 times the time a khukuri takes. Then off to the climbing roses that are sending big shoots into the garden. Hedge clippers work on them too, in a primitive sort of way.
It will be good when I can retrieve my sophisticated tools from a mature culture, and stop using these primitive American tools.
