I dropped off some Christmas gifts at my daughter's Covid infested house earlier today. She and her daughter both have it now but her son and husband have both tested negative. Not sure how that happens. It's a weirdly selective virus. I was able to make the gift transfer with my son-in-law without coming within ten feet of each other and all outside so I'm not worried about that. In addition to some gifts which I haven't opened yet, I was given a birthday gift by my granddaughter. She gave me a sifter (that's sifter not snifter) because she remembered that my old one had fallen apart earlier this year when I was baking something. I was sifting flour according to the recipe I was following when suddenly I noticed strange little black and metallic pieces in the flour. Thankfully I saw that before I baked anything. Anyway, as I looked closely I realized that the inner workings of my sifter were disintegrating. So I threw everything away and mentioned to my granddaughter that my old sifter had died. To its credit, it had served me well for over 40 years. I was amused that she remembered about the sifter. The new one is a little larger and seems very sturdy. Of course it's not something I used every day but it's nice to know I have one when I need it. If it lasts as long as the last one she can inherit it some day. Don't laugh. It could happen. When I was stirring up cookie dough yesterday I realized I was using a wooden spoon that had been my grandmother's.
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