On communication, professional and otherwise.
by David Murray // 4 Comments
I remove a hopelessly mildewy towel from the sink, and throw it away.
My wife objects.
"Why are dish towels the one exception you make to your confounded frugality?" she asks.
"Why are they the only example of yours?" I reply.
(Surely you didn't expect me to lose my imaginary argument.)
by David Murray // Leave a Comment
"One thing is culture, and the other thing is poison, which is sold by industry." A fascinating discussion for happy hour.
by David Murray // 3 Comments
Names changed to protect the elderly. From an ancient, distant aunt*:
Hope no twitter birdies show up…..speaking of birdies, no I do not play golf any more……all my buddies are dead or gone and besides my olde knees do not like pivoting…….I work out at the Y every day. Gave up swimming a mile every day because my doctor told me it was not doing my bones any good. I work out every day at the down town Y. Bill (age 95) plays a little golf, but all his cronies are gone too. We will be going to "Wed. nite" at the country club tonight. The Kieffers, Mary, Huntleys, Slaters (she is loonie) Fawells, (they may still be in Nova Scotia), Bitty will be on his railroad car somewhere …. but we will see the Ralston's and Meyers (she on a walkeer and extremly FAT) ..they always eat early and she trudges out. so that is the picture…….gives you an idea of life in M.town……….Love, Liz
* All I remember about this aunt is that she had a needlepoint pillow on her couch that said, "If you don't have anything nice to say … sit next to me."