What’s brown and sticky?
Uncle B bought hisself a stick. Apparently, it’s a super special kind of walnut tree that can grow and fruit in a pot. He’s been deep in conversation with an expert walnut grower on the other side of the country and this is the result.
We shall see.
We were expecting another violent rainstorm today. I looked at the weather satellite this morning and reckoned I could outrun it.
I was wrong. I was absolutely drenched by the time I got to the office. It was early enough that I could peel off the outer layer and put it on radiators to dry out a bit, but I was stuck with the soaking wet jeans. Worse, my art club had its AGM this afternoon, so I stayed late. In my wet jeans.
I am shattered.
I had to do the minutes. I’m often asked to take notes at meetings because everyone tells me I take very good notes at meetings. Now, you may think this is a ploy to trick me into taking the notes because it’s an awful bore and nobody else wants to do it and…okay, maybe.
But I do take damn good minutes, and I’ll tell you my secret: I leave most of it out. I boil the meeting down to the main points and cut the crosstalk. By the time anyone else sees my minutes, that’s exactly the way they remember it going down.
The aging membership helps.
November 13, 2023 — 8:06 pm
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