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You need to buy cut resistant gloves. https://www.amazon.com/mandolin-glove/s?k=mandolin+glove End of.

Thank you, Parker. i'm grateful to you for reading this, and happy that it reminded you of stories of from your own family. Thank you! i hope that you are doing okay in the world as it is. xo

I'm glad this stirred some good thoughts. Yeah, gentle giants are special to me too. I maybe write them too often but my Husband is 6' 11", so, write what you know. Thanks for reading and for your very kind comments.

That's a nice perk. i hope your mom and you are okay. Nice to have you back, JayT.

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Hi George. I'm glad you're having a great day! Thanks for reading this short story. Yeah, maybe there will be more with these guys. You never know. Thanks again.

i appreciate your unflinching honesty and great eye ... you're a great partner, molly xo

Amateur. That word usually conjures up negative thoughts. Like: "They played like a bunch of amateurs" or something done poorly. The thing is it doesn't really mean that. It means doing something for the love of it, for pleasure. My favourite quote about being an amateur comes from an old film... A Christmas Without Snow. i saw it on tv one Christmas season afternoon, while Jeff and i huddled in our room. i was writing what would become my street poems then, and i remember this moment, when John Houseman's character said: Mrs. Burns is right, of course; you are amateurs, unlike certain pseudo-professionals like myself who insist on slave wages. Your voluntary and steadfast attendance at these rehearsals fully qualifies you for any definition of the word "amateur". What Mrs. Burns and many others are wrong about is the meaning of the word, which has to do with motivation, not quality. Remember "amo, amat, amas", the Latin verb "to love". The meaning of "amateur" is "he or she who does a thing for the love of it". There is no higher reason for singing than the love of doing it. In that respect, you do qualify as amateurs. And I salute you for it. I am an amateur. I used to write for the love of it, for no other reason. Then something changed and while i still loved it, writing became something else, or i did - more likely the latter. People's reactions started to mean too much, my own ego became too much. Well, that stopped me from doing what i like to do. Then yesterday, I received a new copy of Aeon magazine in my inbox. There was an article in it that said, feel free to stop striving and learn to relish being an amateur. It said let striving be replaced by fulfillment so the notions of success and failure are erased. I decided I will find my way back. I am going to embrace being an amateur and write the stuff i love again.

Thanks quokka. I appreciate that very much. Cheers!

Thanks very much, rick. I appreciate you reading and commenting. xo

Aw, wow. That's great. Thanks for sharing that, spyke. It's funny how the simplest of things stick with us. Thanks for your comments.

Never judge a book etc... Sometimes, others can see what we cannot. If we're lucky they'll stick with us until we open our eyes. Thanks, Wayne. xo

Thanks very much, chris. Nice to see you back more often these days. xo

i didn't know that, C. I do like them too and right now, with the world as it is, it's what i want to write. Thanks for reading it. xo

Wow, how cool is that!!

Yessss. I did think about that but i decided that Jake knew what he wanted and was simply ready to go for it. Thanks, Kitt!

Thank you, Sir xoxxo I likely will write more because I enjoy them.

Thank you, Reader. i'm glad this worked and brought back some nice memories. xoxo

not sure if you saw the promotion to EDITOR ... Glad you liked that part. Thanks for everything.

Aw, thanks, k. We will see about more ... someone who will remain Wayneless said (rightfully) i have too many irons in the fire.

Haha, i am all too human and update things often after posting them. Squishing bugs that got by me and everyone else!

I wandered around the barn. When I was a kid, it smelled of hay and cows. In the box stalls, Pops kept the bull calves. Bulls weren't of much value, he said. They were allowed to feed from their mothers for only short periods, and then they had milk only from buckets. They were taken away and kept together in the roomy stalls, but they couldn't leave the barn. They bawled loudly, missing their mothers. I remember them suckling on my fingers. Once the calves were big enough, they would be b

The family farm is for sale. It holds many memories. Connor doesn't want to lose it, but can it be saved?

They are nice and i put them in bread and things. Not fond of them on my cereal, personally, only because they are tiny and stick to the bowl but Michael has them on His cereal.. there is a lot... ALOT of bowl scraping. He just smiles at me while He's doing that. hehe. Hope your day is nice too.. went out to the shop and wow, it's humid out there.

Happy Friday. Here's some simple, straightforward advice.