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Thoughts on notes, tasks, and life Today a registered letter arrived at my place. It was a conspicuously passport-sized envelope, addressed to my baby grandson. I signed for it, and immediately sent a photo of the envelope with his mother to announce its anticipated arrival. Hooray! she exclaimed. Open it, and show me his dear little face! Done. We bathed in the cuteness. Then she said, It’s his first ever letter, I’ll have to keep the envelope. Oh. Oh dear. In my haste, I had torn the envelope open to get to what was inside! I pressed it back together as best I could, took a photo of the damage and sent it to the proud Mama with my apologies. Her response? Perfect! A grandma’s eagerness to see her tiny grandbaby had apparently become a perfect expression of love, shaped by the moment. Now that’s what I call a good attitude! Perfection comes in moments, once your feet are moving So — perfection. What is it? And is it worth pursuing? The 11th Century old French word parfit referred to…

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