musings on…
An occasional thought bubble. A musing on…
control versus power
Because we were celebrating something lovely, a small group of us went out to eat at a very fancy restaurant this week. We had to make reservations two months in advance and in the intervening time between making the reservations and the day of the meal, I got seven email messages from the restaurant…
walking slow with old men and little kids
Murray came into my life over twenty years ago as my accountant and then he got officially old and then he died and I still miss my friend. Now, oddly, I think of him when I walk with my grandkids because I hold their hands and walk slowly with them, too.
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