Some of you may remember that my pencil sharpener blew up in my face a few days ago.
Dear Old Dad suggested that I get a decent electric sharpener. I did not argue with him.
Ken wrote in the comments that Dear Old Dad was wrong and sent me a Pencil Sharpening Machine from the nice folks at Caran D’Ache.
Holy cow! This thing is built like a tank!
In the attached note Ken wrote:
I’m pretty sure this one won’t explode on you!
Thank you, Ken. This is so much more tan I deserve. I will put it to good use. I handed chapter 10 over to Dear Old Dad this morning.
Working on this as yet untitled book with pencil and paper has been a joyful experience. I wish I was not having the strokes and neurological problems that took me away from the keyboard, but I am happy to the place my health and my craft have lead me.