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It started when I got a dog in early October, the slow and then rapid reallocation of discretionary time.
No, it started long before that, when I had five children.
Somehow, lo these many years later, we have three graduations upon us in the next few weeks, four if we include my oldest son's college graduation last December (which we are counting, as it's time to properly Celebrate); three college, one high school, go. My daughter-in-law is hosting a Bash in our yard this week end, complete with rented tent, and has evidently issued a public, general invitation on social media. If you happen to find yourself on my property this coming Sunday, please introduce yourself.
Meantime, I am working long hours three days a week, on call a couple others, and am currently stretched to my margins. I have tried to keep current with threads here, but have not had nearly the wherewithal to post coherently.
I realized how far extended I was when good souls posted fine finds in my Gots GEC #25s thread, and I ... didn't respond. I haven't yet(!). I shall, in time; meanwhile, y'all go ahead and rejoice with and for them.
One irony being, I am using my knives more than ever before, and, if possible, cherishing even more deeply the friendship and camaraderie they make manifest to me, day to day.
Speaking of which, "LOL" is not just an internet acronym, it is precisely what happened when I opened a surprise package from the Isle of Lewis, UK:
Oh, happy laughter, and ongoing smiles. Thank you, so, pmew.
Last week, my basement flooded, and also I needed to clean out my garage to make room for my dream car, a Honda Fit:
Look, blue:
Back to the part about good company as I go along, pocketable friendship, goodwill as EDC:
I chose my knife especially carefully last week end when I attended the memorial of a man whom I didn't know personally, but who deeply loved those I love. I took no pictures of the knife that carried me through the day, but-- again-- I am caught again and again by how good it is to be on this adventure with all of you, even (most especially?) when the deeper tides roll. The back of his memorial program:
Knife content, again (waves at Mods):
I cannot overstate how much I am enjoying having a screwdriver on my daily carry again.
This one's mine:
This one's yours:
Thank you for your indulgence, and for all the excellent carryings-on that I can return to at any time here in Traditional.
Respond to this thread however you choose. Pictures and stories are always welcome, especially if prompted by anything I've written above; if I recognize your name you are In no matter what you decide to post.
I'll keep tabs on this thread...
... and select a winner at a time and in a manner I have not yet determined.
~ P.
No, it started long before that, when I had five children.
Somehow, lo these many years later, we have three graduations upon us in the next few weeks, four if we include my oldest son's college graduation last December (which we are counting, as it's time to properly Celebrate); three college, one high school, go. My daughter-in-law is hosting a Bash in our yard this week end, complete with rented tent, and has evidently issued a public, general invitation on social media. If you happen to find yourself on my property this coming Sunday, please introduce yourself.
Meantime, I am working long hours three days a week, on call a couple others, and am currently stretched to my margins. I have tried to keep current with threads here, but have not had nearly the wherewithal to post coherently.
I realized how far extended I was when good souls posted fine finds in my Gots GEC #25s thread, and I ... didn't respond. I haven't yet(!). I shall, in time; meanwhile, y'all go ahead and rejoice with and for them.
One irony being, I am using my knives more than ever before, and, if possible, cherishing even more deeply the friendship and camaraderie they make manifest to me, day to day.
Speaking of which, "LOL" is not just an internet acronym, it is precisely what happened when I opened a surprise package from the Isle of Lewis, UK:
Oh, happy laughter, and ongoing smiles. Thank you, so, pmew.
Last week, my basement flooded, and also I needed to clean out my garage to make room for my dream car, a Honda Fit:
Look, blue:
Back to the part about good company as I go along, pocketable friendship, goodwill as EDC:
I chose my knife especially carefully last week end when I attended the memorial of a man whom I didn't know personally, but who deeply loved those I love. I took no pictures of the knife that carried me through the day, but-- again-- I am caught again and again by how good it is to be on this adventure with all of you, even (most especially?) when the deeper tides roll. The back of his memorial program:
Knife content, again (waves at Mods):
I cannot overstate how much I am enjoying having a screwdriver on my daily carry again.
This one's mine:
This one's yours:
Thank you for your indulgence, and for all the excellent carryings-on that I can return to at any time here in Traditional.
Respond to this thread however you choose. Pictures and stories are always welcome, especially if prompted by anything I've written above; if I recognize your name you are In no matter what you decide to post.
I'll keep tabs on this thread...
... and select a winner at a time and in a manner I have not yet determined.
~ P.
"The Owl & the Pussycat went to sea on a beautiful pea-green boat"
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