This morning was the battle of the bird seed bags.
My weapon of the moment was my mighty mite classic from my keyring sheath. First up was the saflower seed bag. A brand new 20pound plastic bag of seed to be opened. I knew it was a long shot, but I plunged in the sharp little inch and three quarter blade and sliced. The bag opened up and the bird feeder was filled. Whew!
Next up was yet another plastic seed bag, this time the thistle for the finch feeder. It was a challenge, but the classic prevailed over the bird seed bags. The birds are fed, Karen is happy, and I need to go strop the little classic for it's heroic job.
An hour later the UPS truck dropped off a package. Karen put it on the kitchen counter and asked me to open it. I felt the classic needed a break from all the cutting, so I reached into my pocket. Groping fingers felt the jigged bone of a trusty peanut. I opened my chestnut bone CV peanut and faced the box. It was sitting there on the counter, malevolently waiting for me.
I knew it was my move, so I approached and with a quick stab the needle pointed blade of the peanut went into the cardboard in a motal wound to the box. A quick sawing slice, and the top was open, freeing the scarf that Karen had ordered from Chico's.
It's been a tough day so far. Evil plastic bags of birdseed, malevolent cardboard box. I need a R&R, but I'll have to settle for a Evan William's toddy.
Carl.