I remember reading somewhere a few years ago that there was actually no such thing as successful multitasking. The more things you do at the same time, the less focused you are on any one of them, which understandably leads to poor results. I knew it, I thought then, it never made any sense anyway. But look at me now. Continue reading Who Said Multitasking Was Dead?
I was going to make this a picture-heavy post, for a change, but it started raining and then it turned to snow, so I gave up my plans to go do some (almost essential) shopping and stayed at home. I mean, mud is annoying enough but freezing mud and sleet is beyond annoying. Continue reading Country Life: the Self-Isolation
I failed to make any resolutions for the new year this, that is last, year. I had no time. Unlike 2018, when I had time for as many as nineteen NY resolutions, in 2019 I turned out to be too busy. Also, I decided that NY resolutions are stupid. Of course I never kept all of those nineteen resolutions in made for 2019. But I have plans for the new year. I have plans all right. Continue reading Persimmon Jam and a Goat
When I was a child, there was a tradition among city-dwellers to have a cottage in the country, a place to go when the pressures of urban life became too strong. My family had a little place like that, too, with a shack instead of a house because my parents couldn’t afford to build a house, and what at the time looked to me like a huge garden. Continue reading Country Life: The Beginning
My daughter started taking ice-skating lessons three years ago, when she was four and passionately wanted to become a hockey player (because of Inside Out). I was naturally very excited about it, especially after I saw her go on the ice for the first time ever and learn how to stand and move on the skates in a matter of minutes without supervision. Also without falling. Continue reading The One Parenting Advice that Works
I feel the need to note in advance this is a parenting post, featuring a lot of baby pictures. I think they’re hilarious but if you don’t enjoy baby pics, feel free to give it a pass, that’s totally okay. Now, on to the topic.
Following up on my rules of bad parenting, here are three more that take bad parenting to the level of horrible. Or so it may seem to those who have never had children or have read too much parenting advice of the modern sort. Continue reading Three Rules of Horrible Parenting