Household Chores

This afternoon I spent an hour or so sharpening all of our kitchen knives. This is a chore done once or twice a year, which is why it takes so long. When I was growing up, my father would sharpen the knives. Often he would cut himself while sharpening them. If he didn't, it was almost a certainty that my mother, forgetting that the knives had just been sharpened, would apply the same pressure that she did the night before to cut through something, and cut herself in the process.

It seems like the knives demand an occasional blood offereing to keep cutting. I've already warned Mrs. Datanerd about this.