“Please pass the salt. This dish is bland. I think it needs a little hand.” “Well, here you are—but not too much! With salt, you only need a touch.” “The pepper, too, please—right this way. It’s much too much like eating hay.” “Well, here you are—but please be wise! Too much would really sting your eyes.” “Ah, now it’s ready for a taste— This dish of mine won’t go to waste.” “So eat! Don’t let it sit too long; It…
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I’m using this week to catch up on some correspondence. I’ve been putting off some pretty important e-mail lately. I’ve had two distant uncles pass away in the last month, one on each side of my family. One of my friends had a baby, and I haven’t even gotten around to looking at all the photos yet. At least (I hope), I managed to get something to Minnie on time. It’s her birthday today. One of my readers wrote in…