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Took my Knives the the Knife Sharpening Guy

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Getting my knives sharpened ended up being much more of an adventure than I’d anticipated.  I had originally intended to get them done at the Ballard Sunday Market, but the knife-sharpening guy wasn’t there.  The info booth told me that I could fine him at Wednesday’s Wallingford Farmer’s Market, so on Wednesday afternoon I trekked over there, after dropping Miles at karate and Nadine at gymnastics.  Oh, and perhaps I should mention that it was 90 degrees out.  Anyway, so the knife guy was there, busily sharpening knives, and he said he’d have my knives done by 7pm and would give me a call.  Oh dear, that’s not what I was expecting.  I had kids to pick up, dinner to make, and homework to supervise.  But of course I said, “OK, see ya!” and got back in my car.  Then I called Todd and said “Hey, want to have a picnic at the playground in Wallingford?” and he said “Sure, I’ll pick up Nadine and some Mexi-food from El Camion“  Awesome!

So after wrangling up the kids we all headed over to the park, laid out our blanket, and started devouring our dinner.  At 7pm I got a call from the knife guy who said, “Um, it was a super busy day, and I didn’t get to your knives, but I’ll take them to my shop and deliver them to your home later this evening.”  Well this was way too nice of an evening to spend in a shop sharpening knives, so I said, “No worries, get them to me when you can, and we’ll use our camping knives in the meantime.”  He seemed so grateful for this, but I was just grateful that there was such a nice knife-sharpening guy in this world, and I figured my knives would probably get a better treatment if he didn’t have to rush at the end of a long day.  Plus, we were having such a nice dinner in the park, on this incredibly warm evening, watching the sun go down over the mountains, and playing monkey-in-the-middle/tackle football on very full stomachs.

Turns out I didn’t get my knives delivered until Sunday, and had to make a few phone calls, but I did get them back, and they are ridiculously sharp.  I had no idea how bad they were.  But I suppose you should get them sharpened more than once every 15 years…