Dec 15

I just bought and used a small electric appliance that I thought I would never use again. An electric can opener. Years ago I had one. It was one way to find our late great Wally, our first family dog ,and if you go to Evanston, you will probably find his DNA still there. Pressing the opener was the way we sometimes found Wally. He heard that can opener sound where ever he was and ran home to eat. He lived to eat. When he sat down, facing away from you,he resembled a bowling pin.
Anyway, since I open very few cans, I have had a series of hand operated ones. Perfectly good, until the last year or so when I seem not to be able to make the dang things open a can. Either I am getting weaker in my hands ,the openers have no quality control, or I am getting weaker in my hands. So I broke down and bought an electric one. Why was I so proud and why did I hold off getting one. I opened a can of tomato paste and it opened without my struggling to make the opener go all around the can. What a concept. It looks pretty good on my counter, too. This ones for you, Wally.

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04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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