We went, we saw, we did what we had to do, we left. Country life, here we go again, we thought. I wonder how the peas are turning out, I thought. I can’t wait to sit in my summer kitchen (it’s only called that. It’s walls are not even plastered) with a beer and a notebook for Fang in Fang Ltd, my latest, occasionally glancing at the vista of the whole village plus all the fields beyond, all the way to the power plants 50 km away. That’s what I thought. In reality we spent most of the week fretting about the water supply but I’m leaving this story for a separate blog because I have a lot of words about it. Continue reading A Profound Look Back at the Week: May 11-15
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?