Ahhh! I just missed the knife grinder! I heard the bell going down my street, and saw the red truck cruise by the window, but by the time I got my coat and grabbed Grammy’s Henkels he was already off the block (and then I was just walking down the street in my house-slippers holding a bunch of knives like an old crazy lady). I have my own knife sharpener, sure, but- just like the ever dwindling seltzer guys- there’s something wonderful and classic about the traveling grinder. Maybe he’ll come back down, I’m ready…
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Author: loiseaufait
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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