There, peeping above the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for awhile. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up and out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing; there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach. J.R.R. Tolkien

Monday, August 30, 2010

Age Limit

You know how there comes a day for many older people when their family must make the difficult decision to ask them to stop driving? Well, in my case, I think my family will have to remove me from the use of all sharp kitchen objects. I use more band-aids than the rest of my family combined. I currently have two rather significant cuts--one on each thumb. One from a kitchen knife, one from washing the food processor blade. Ay yi yi....

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