Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 29, 2024 by Jan Wilberg

Pencil stubs are hard to sharpen unless you have a knife. Then you have to hold the pencil with the point away from you and make quick slicing strokes, all while your fingers cringe on the yellow, and you wonder why you must be so frugal when other people buy new pencils or none, preferring to write with fountain pens full of blue ink.
There’s a story behind the frugality, the preciousness of the stubs heaped in the drawer with the masking tape that’s lost its stick. The story is complicated and precious, honed, whittled.
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Ah… You’ve “honed” my interest. (I’d like to hear the longer story, too) Good job!
everything is a choice and has meaning. in third grade, I had a friend named Kenny. he would only write with tiny pencil nubs and loved them. my teacher would call him ‘Kenny Sovie Nubby.’ I never really understood her lack of kindness to him, as he loved to write, just chose them as his tools.