I remember Little C’s shock when I told her spiders eat their young. I had to — there was the spider and all around it were the dead bodies of tiny little spiders. She got another of those shocks the other day when her father explained how young fish need to be separated from their parents so they don’t eat them. That’s life for you, darling, animals eat their young. The two reasons we don’t is that we have a concept of cuteness and because our young can say “Mummy, I love you.”
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
Okay, how bad is bad parenting? What is bad parenting? Opinions, to put it mildly, differ, but let’s go with the prevailing narrative (a phrase I deplore but have resigned to using for clarity’s sake). Bad parenting is the worst thing possible because, well, children are our future, our claim to immortality, complete sentence as you like. And as for what is bad parenting… Well, you’ ll find out soon enough. Continue reading The Four Rules of Bad Parenting
There’s a saying in my part of the world for when somebody is late coming home or going somewhere they are supposed to go. It goes “Let’s hope it [what happened to him] is what his wife is thinking and not what his mother’s thinking.” It implies wives always think their husbands are cheating on them when they’re late, while mothers worry they may have had an accident. A horrible accident. Yeah, I know gender stereotypes and stuff but it’s the bit about the mother I’m interested in. Because I only recently had to unique chance to Part With the Kid for More Than a Couple of Hours For the First Time. And I remembered why I didn’t want to have any kids before. Continue reading Apocalypse Inside