When was the last time you were threatened by a gang of thugs wielding spiralizers? Apparently that is a danger in the United Kingdom. Either that, or the chefs' union is lobbying hard to keep teens from trying to break into their business. Or possibly Bob the Tomato and Larry the Cucumber have more power than I thought.
This story, posted by a woman in the UK, popped up on Facebook, and I quickly copied the text. I regret not catching the image, too, as that would have shown how small, unpowered, and insignificant the device in question is. But you'll get the idea.
I know many things are going nuts in the UK, though I don't know anyone personally who can vouch for them. But the following story, if it is true—and at least it has the ring of truth and not clickbait—shows that at least in one area they are even crazier than America, which is saying a lot.
What I want to know is… When did the world go completely mad? Did I miss it?
Let me explain…
Yesterday, I was shopping in a well-known store with a red and white logo With my 10-year-old son.
Among the impulse purchases were a red nose day Tshirt for my son, a gift for the teacher and this lovely spiralizer/vegetable grater for me.
My helpful son unloaded the items onto the checkout desk while I removed my purse from my handbag, at which point the young lady on the desk said “I’m sorry, I can’t sell you that.”
She proceeded to explain that as the spiralizer was not to be sold to anyone under 18 and my son was the one who placed it on the counter, it was deemed that the vegetable cutting device was for him.
Bewildered, I said ”but it’s a spiralizer, and quite obviously it’s for me.”
She refused the sale.
I asked if I could purchase it separately.
She refused the sale.
I asked if I could speak to the manager and they could make allowances for such an obvious fault with the rules.
The manager refused the sale.
I told the manager it would probably be a good idea to put some sort of signage up to let customers know that minors should not be unloading shopping to help their parents.
She obviously misunderstood as she pointed out the signage on the packaging that clearly says “Do not sell to under 18s”.
I left the store confused and a little perturbed and resigned myself to a lifetime of chunky vegetables in my recipes.
You can however all rest safe in the knowledge you will never be faced with a vegetable shredding 10-year-old wearing a Feathers McGraw T-shirt roaming the streets of Cumbria… all thanks to the vigilant staff of the West Cumbrian store.
You can't sell a spiralizer to a 17-year-old in the UK?
I'm assuming a much-more-potentially-dangerous kitchen knife would meet with similar restrictions. At what age are people allowed to cook on that side of the Atlantic? How about to wash dishes, which would undoubtedly include knives.
I don't remember when I started helping in the kitchen, nor when our own children did, but I know that most of our grandchildren started learning how to use kitchen knives at the age of two (well supervised, of course), and by four were reliable helpers in cutting up vegetables for a salad. I know that's early, even for America, but if David Farragut could command a ship as a pre-teen (there is some difference of opinion as to whether he was 11 or 12), surely it is a bit excessive to restrict the use of sharp objects to those 18 and older.
I've been saying for a long time—not that it stops me from using their services—that Amazon has too much power. It has its fingers in too many pies. Today that became glaringly obvious as one by one we discovered that things we take for granted are not working because Amazon failed. (And at this writing is still causing problems, despite premature assurances early this morning.)
A friend noted the lack of Wordle and Starbucks. I missed DuoLingo, GreatCoursesPlus, Hoopla, and of course Amazon itself—the last because without Hoopla I couldn't get to the book I'd borrowed and I thought, forget it, I'll just buy it for my Kindle and...oh, wait....
Fortunately, everything big that I needed today has so far been working. Including writing this post, because Lime Daley is not dependent on Amazon. May more companies discover that freedom!
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Here are the top people in line to succeed to the office if the President is unable to perform his duties. The list goes on for quite a while, but I'm only listing the top six.
- Vice President (JD Vance)
- Speaker of the House (Mike Johnson)
- President Pro Tempore of the Senate (Chuck Grassley)
- Secretary of State (Marco Rubio)
- Secretary of the Treasury (Scott Bessent)
- Secretary of Defense (Pete Hegseth) (I know it's "Secretary of War," but hey, I'm a Conservative now. I still think of the body of water west of us as the Gulf of Mexico, and sing all the old words to hymns instead of the modern, bowlderized ones.)
Why is this interesting? It makes it obvious what a nightmare Charlie Kirk's memorial service must have been for the Secret Service and others responsible for safety concerns, and why security to get into the stadium was so incredibly strict. Trump, Vance, Johnson, Rubio, and Hegseth were all there. The president, and four of the top six in line of succession. Not to mention a fair number of other political figures, and many others who now know they are at risk of assassination for speaking their opinions out loud.
For some reason this makes me think of a couple who both worked where Porter did when we lived in Boston, back in 2001. They had a standing policy that whenever they flew out of town, they took separate airplanes. That may seem excessive, or make you ask if they never rode in the same automobile—but it is the reason why in September of that year their children were bereaved, but not orphaned.
The full list can be found here. If, like me, you wonder about the order of the Cabinet officers—for example, why the Secretary of Education is considered more likely to be a good president than the Secretary of Homeland Security—it's because the order is determined by when the agencies were created. Or maybe because educators are more experienced with herding cats; I don't know.
I'd never heard of the Church Dog books nor the church that they're associated with, but family is family, and our choir family is so proud of the young daughter of two of our singers. Our director knows a lot that's going on in the Central Florida music, church, and theatrical scenes; he recommended that she audition for the Church Dog music video that's just been released—and she won the solo part! I don't think her parents would mind my mentioning her by name, but I'm not taking any chances. If she becomes famous, I'll link to this in an "I knew her when" post.
It's not exactly my kind of music, but she's my kind of kid.
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I see a lot of people—not only in America but from around the world—saying, or displaying on t-shirts, or social media posts, and the like, "I am Charlie Kirk." I have absolutely no problem with that and appreciate the impulse.
I do wonder what the French are thinking, since theirs was the first "Je suis Charlie"; it's hard to believe that was ten years ago.
Although I understand the sentiment, I can't at the moment bring myself to join in. It feels far too audacious, like saying, "I am Mother Teresa." The more I see of Charlie Kirk in action, the more I know that I will never be as energetic, motivated, intelligent, knowledgeable, patient, calm under pressure, forgiving, nor as loving of my opponents as he was.
I am not Charlie Kirk.
But watching him does make me want to be a better me.
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Charlie died with incomplete work but without unfinished business. — Erika Kirk, 9/22/25
I think that's a great epitaph, and I'd love to earn it for my own tombstone.
You don't want to complete your work in this life—otherwise, why continue to live? But unfinished business is a very different thing.
For example, genealogical research is never completed. There's always far more to find than time in which to find it. However, leaving your work so incomplete and disorganized that after you die no one can take it over and profit from it—that's unfinished business.
I could say the same thing about the large collection of family photos that await my attention.
And several other projects.
And to think there are people who believe that being retired means time hangs heavy on one's hands!
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People in our family will understand how much I like this car (photo found on Facebook).
Copilot is sure the license plate is from the state of Washington; Gemini is equally certain it is from Colorado. Intrigued, I found a better image online, which makes it clear that it's actually from Illinois.
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I hate click-bait titles. Especially those of the "X humiliates Y" sort, most of which turn out to be inaccurate. I wish more people had this attitude, expressed in George MacDonald's Annals of a Quiet Neighbourhood.
When I am successful, in any argument, my one dread is of humiliating my opponent. Indeed I cannot bear it. It humiliates me. And if you want him to think about anything, you must leave him room, and not give him such associations with the question that the very idea of it will be painful and irritating to him. Let him have a hand in the convincing of himself.
This rare understanding is what I've seen constantly as I look into the phenomenon of Charlie Kirk. It's a big reason why his death is such a loss to our country and the world. May all of us who are seeking to learn from him take this to heart.
Watt's Law for Relationships: Power equals Strength times Humility.
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I don't know who David Bahnsen is, nor at the moment do I feel the urge to find out. I judge him by his words alone, which through some combination of randomness and algorithm showed up on my Facebook feed. It was when I read the last line that I knew I had to repost them.
Many are writing me to point out the things Charlie [Kirk] said or did that are worthy of critique (sometimes that I actually did critique in real time). And while I can’t really understand why the first 4 days after someone’s assassination are the days in which people feel the need to “set the record straight,” I get that it is not the case that Charlie was perfect or above reproach.
But the more I think about the stuff that drove me bonkers about Charlie, the more I wonder how much was youthful immaturity that was in the process of being worked through. Just in the last 24 months anyone paying attention to Charlie’s public life saw extraordinary maturity and growth. It is so hard for me as a 51-year old to critique the 26-year old version of Charlie without wondering what the 36-year old or 41-year old might have been like. I certainly understand we can’t know that he would evolved into a patron saint of maturity, but I believe the 31-year old was exponentially more mature than the 26-year old, and I believe that trajectory was continuing.
I also believe if my life had ended at 31, basically every single thing I’m proud of or that is worthy of mention would have NEVER HAPPENED. All of my attempts at growth, sanctification, improvement, productivity have come out in the last 20 years, not the 15 years that preceded age 31. It’s sort of humbling.
You don’t have to deify someone or pretend you agree with everything to recognize that:
A - his murder is a reprehensible tragedy,
B - he was a special talent in his work ethic, discipline, and cultural instincts, and
C - he was a work in progress, and thank God none of us peaked at 31.
Before you post about something Charlie said or did at age 27, think about your own life at 27. When I do that, it makes me want to really keep my mouth shut.
Porter had the idea for this image, and I had fun with Copilot on this. It steadfastly refused to make an image of an ostrich with a noose around its neck and a Canadian flag in the background. But it then asked what I was trying to express, and had a number of suggestions for making the point without violating its guidelines. After about 15 minutes of back and forth I was quite pleased with this. Not with the circumstances of course, but with the picture.
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It's been quite an emotional day. First, the Bishop of Central Florida came to our church to celebrate 20+ confirmations, which for a church our size is pretty impressive. Naturally there was special music, including the amazing Prayer of Saint Gregory, which will give some of you the hint that we had at least one trumpet (actually, we had two).
We got home just in time to watch the livestream of Charlie Kirk's memorial service at State Farm Stadium in Arizona. One of the advantages of having a pilot in the house is that I was able to confim my suspicion that there would be a no-fly zone around the venue, given the circumstances and all the people at high risk who were there. Probably the president's presence alone would have been enough reason for all the security.
Why did I watch the whole, very long, event—I, who am very jealous of my time, especially on Sunday afternoons? I'm not sure. It took me back to 1968, when I sat in front of our little black and white television, mesmerized by the events around Robert F. Kennedy's assassination. And more recently, watching Queen Elizabeth's funeral.
I think this one was even longer than the queen's. It didn't have nearly as much royalty, dignity, and pomp, but it was remarkable in its own way. It was part worship service, part memorial, part tent revival (complete with altar call), part political rally. In many places it was very powerful, as people shared their memories of Charlie and testified to his brilliance, his wisdom, his character, and his faith. In the past 11 days I have watched more of Charlie's speeches and conversations and encounters than in all my time previously, and the memorial service only confirmed the impression he left on me.
It's amazing to me how they managed to pull off such an enormous event—the stadium can hold over 70,000 people and it was packed; I have no idea how many people filled the overflow area where they watched on screens. The security alone must have been a nightmare.
Some of you will recognize the name of the man who led the worship part of the service: Chris Tomlin.
My one criticism is that it was too long, with too many speakers. By far the majority of them—from Charlie's wife to his pastor to the president of Hillsdale College to Tucker Carlson to a large number of high-level political figures—were excellent and their stories very moving. But there were a few they could have done without. Many of the Turning Point staff naturally wanted a chance to memorialize their leader, but a couple of them, well, let's just say they're very young and need some more maturity and life experience. They were understandably angry and grieving, but their somewhat hot-headed triumphalism made me cringe.
Overall, I'd call it worth watching, especially if you want to understand a little more why Charlie Kirk's death has affected so many people so deeply. I think it could be made manageable by watching at higher speed and with a fast-forward button in your hand. But no testimonial can replace actually listening to what Charlie had to say, in context. He was a remarkable human being.
With cancer, you never know. With NF1, you never know. When doctors flood your body with toxic chemicals, then give you this drug to counteract that problem, and another drug to counteract the side effects of the first drug, and yet another to deal with problems caused by drug interactions ... you never know. You never know when a new wrinkle will appear.
In this case, this one is serious, but apparently manageable. They'll know more after Grace sees an endocrinologist next week. Here's the story, from their blog. Click on that link for some happy pictures, and the context of Grace's poignant exclamation: "Look, Mom! Like me, a long time ago."
On Wednesday, both Grace and Faith had appointments in Boston. Faith to check out possible influences of the JAK3 mutation. Grace for her annual Boston checkup.
They both got a lot of testing on their blood. Dr. Prockop was happy with Grace's appearance.
But on Thursday she emailed because Grace has hypothyroidism. She made me laugh because of the way she phrased that we didn't need to go to the ER emergently. Apparently, with numbers like Grace's, that would be the protocol, but since she had just seen her, she didn't think it necessary.
So Grace will go on thyroid medicine today and is supposed to be seeing a Dartmouth endocrinologist next week. We will get more answers then, but it appears that this is related to her NF1 medicine.
And there are other tests that don't have results until next week.
So please keep us all in your prayers as we navigate this new complication.
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Although I read all of the original Harry Potter books when they first came out, I saw only a few of the films. Thanks to a friend's gift, however, we've recently been watching the early ones, and I was able to enjoy them thoroughly because it's been so long since I read the books that I can't whine about the differences.
A few days ago we viewed Goblet of Fire for the first time. You can imagine the powerful impact of the following scene. I knew I had to find it online and share it here.
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I try to ignore the insane TikTok (and other platform) postings celebrating Charlie Kirk's death, figuring there's a good chance that many of them are either AI-generated or (more likely) people being paid to cause trouble. That kind of thing is real, and it's not new: political propaganda and agitation predate social media by millennia. But it's impossible to avoid it altogether without cutting oneself entirely off from the world; you don't need to stand near a forest fire to be overcome by smoke.
Tragically, there's abundant evidence that much vile sentiment does come from real people who appear to believe the horrific things they are saying, and claim without apology their First Amendment right to free speech. Real people. Real teachers even.
I hear the "freedom of speech" claim a lot, attempting to justify bad behavior, from the merely rude to the heinous. In such situations I'm compelled to point out that no, their actions are not protected as much as they hope by the First Amendment. Constitutionally, they are in most cases protected from governmental interference in their speech, though even then there are exceptions (e.g. yelling "fire!" in a crowded theater, slander/libel, and certain threats). But there is nothing that I know of that prohibits a private enterprise from saying, "Your publicly-expressed opinions are antithetical to the culture and mission of our organization and give us concern that your inability to control them will put the comfort and safety of our customers at risk. Therefore it is time to go our separate ways."
I saw that play out here locally, when Penzey's Spices pressured (and eventually laid off) the employees of our local store who did not share the corporate political positions. And it was the company's right to do so. Only the court of public opinion can prevail against that.
(The Second Amendment is similarly limited: I have the right to "bear arms" but if my local grocery store puts up a sign saying, "No guns allowed" I don't have the right to at the same time carry my pistol and fill my shopping cart. It's complicated; if the Constitution and our laws were perfectly clear, too many lawyers would be at risk of unemployment.)
A shockingly large number of folks have crossed a sacred line in the glorification of cold-blooded murder. I'm not completely comfortable with the people who are exposing these obscene posts and making sure the posters' employers—and in the case of teachers, their students' parents—are made aware of them, but sometimes light needs to be shined into dark places.
What kind of human being cheers the assassination of an innocent man? If I were a business I would seriously worry about putting such a person in a position where he could do harm to a customer he happened to dislike.
What I really don't understand is the teachers who make such posts. Have they lost their minds? I know a guy who became a teacher after serving honorably in another profession. I was sorry that I could no longer follow his interesting and often wise posts on Facebook, because one of the clear rules of his school was that teachers were to have no social media presence whatsoever. At first I thought that was harsh, but now I see the wisdom in it. Even where social media posting is not forbidden by the school, how can a teacher want to advertise that parents have entrusted their children to one who lacks the common sense—not to mention the common humanity—to refrain from exulting in violent death? Much less the violent death of someone for whom many of their students are deeply grieving?
Young people are often warned to be careful what they post online, because their future may hang in the balance. That's a lesson we all need to learn. Sometimes it's a risk we must take: speaking the truth can be costly. But as the Bible says, it's one thing to suffer for doing good, and quite another to suffer from doing evil.
Sadly, I can't stick my head in the sand and deny that hatred and horrific behavior are real. We have to acknowledge it, be aware of our surroundings, and prepare to face trouble, just as we prepare to face hurricanes, earthquakes, illness, job loss, and other challenges.
Possibly the best preparation of all would be to strengthen our relationships within our families, among our friends, and in our neighborhoods.
There are no guarantees. I can't forget the Rwandan Genocide, where neighbors raped neighbors, friends slaughtered friends, and the man standing next to you in church on Sunday might do unspeakable things to your children on Wednesday. It was a time when political, cultural, and racial lines were drawn hard and fast.
We. Must. Do. Better. "It can't happen here" is a tragic epitaph.
Where do I find hope? In God, first of all. The second is like unto it: In what I know, and whom I know, from my own experience.
We could all benefit from spending less time watching the news and scrolling through social media, and more time looking around at our families, friends, and neighbors. Of the people we really know and interact with, how many actually hold that kind of hatred in their hearts? I have many friends whose political views are sharply opposed to mine—yet by living, working, and playing together we make opportunities to observe and appreciate each other's humanity, and to prove that we have each other's backs in times of need.
That's where the most important reality lies.
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I was 15 when Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed.
All in all, 1968 was quite the year. The assassinations of King and of Robert F. Kennedy (Sr.), race riots all over the country, the horrors of the Vietnam War, the capture by North Korea of the U.S.S. Pueblo, the Prague Spring and the subsequent crushing of Czechoslovakia by the Soviet Union, madness on college campuses here and in Europe, the disastrous Democratic National Convention in Chicago. On the plus side, NASA's Apollo program was going strong, and the Apollo 8 mission gave mankind its first look at the far side of the moon.
I was privileged at that time to be in the class of Jim Balk, the best history teacher I ever had, and so was primed to be more aware of what was going on than usual.
Personally, 1968 was also the year of our family's world-expanding cross-country automobile trip. My father had grown up in the State of Washington, but we children had never been further west than Central Florida. Granted, it would have been even more eye-opening for me had I had not spent so much of our travel time with my eyes glued to Robert Heinlein's The Past Through Tomorrow and other books we'd picked up from my uncle as we travelled through Ohio. I am not proud of the fact that science fiction could hold my interest far longer than the amber waves of grain or the purple mountain majesties. Nonetheless, it was an amazing and important experience, as would be my first trip to Europe the following year.
Nineteen sixty-eight was the midpoint of a dark, tumultuous, and very strange time for our country. Right and wrong, good and evil, truth and lies, beauty and ashes—the world was turned upside down and shaken. Did we emerge from that era stronger and better? It was indeed followed by a few decades of apparent recovery and progress, but looking back I wonder if we were merely in the calmer eye of the hurricane. For several years now it has felt to me as if the winds of the 1960's have returned with surpassing strength.
The assassination of Charlie Kirk took me right back to the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. I had learned from Mr. Balk that in that tragedy, the civil rights movement lost its best hope for non-violent progress, and he was proved right. King's non-violent legacy was "honored" by rage and riots.
We must do better.
Charlie Kirk believed strongly that we need to keep talking with each other, that when we stop talking, violence rushes in to fill the gap. That's why he loved going to college campuses and giving students an open mike to debate with him.
Shock and grief naturally lead to anger, but we need to get through that stage quickly, learn the lessons of 1968, and choose to honor Charlie Kirk by demonstrating and promoting the values by which he lived and worked. Charlie Kirk wasn't weak, and he did not mince words. From what I have seen—which I admit is only online and not personal—he had the same kind of strength and wit you see in the Gospel accounts of Jesus. Not many of us have either that strength or that wit, but we would do well to aim in that direction.