Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?
I recently started following Seth Godin's blog and have been enjoying it. Today's email missive is On pricing power at http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2011/02/on-pricing-power.html. It helps clarify a goal for my approach to my business: to have my naturopathic medical service be irreplaceable, essential and priceless. And I like his suggestions as to how to attain those values. ( textCollapse )
Here's an article in the Missoulian about him and his discoveries after boating for the last 20 years. I can't find his new book online yet but I'm a philosopher and a river lover so I'll be looking for it. Ammon's philosophy is refreshingly humanistic.
I felt some loneliness the first week I was here. But now, no. I have enough acquaintances to not feel lonely. The landlady, Marie, speaks English and her bf is American. And her niece, Emma, also…
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