You’re sitting through one of those excruciating meetings that should have been an email. Its topic is something that you care little about, and that matters in the grand scheme of things not at all.
Last week I made a life changing decision.
No exaggeration. Life. Changing.
Something that has struck me, simple and yet profound, is the fact that even though my nightly route doesn’t change, I almost always notice some new detail or variation or fragment of beauty as I walk along.
The wee lad’s sick.
‘This piece of clothing prevents sexual assault.’ Umm, no it doesn’t.
You know what prevents sexual assault? People not sexually assaulting other people.
Men deciding that they don’t actually have the right to put their hands on a woman unless she wants them to. And so they don’t.
It’s Miss Three who’s the source of the most entertainment in terms of language at the moment. She comes out with all sorts of things, often set to her own little musical composition or one she’s picked up somewhere or other.
So, I’ve always been ‘the capable one’. Could read before I hit school, glowing reports once I got there, selected for school councils, award for diligence at the end of the third form, two scholarships at the end of seventh. You know, THAT kid. Capable.
If I was 2017, I’d be feeling a bit of pressure right now. Amidst the general agreement that 2016 was a bit of a shitter, there are high expectations that 2017 can be (should be? must be? could not possibly be anything other than?) better. Just by virtue of being another year, apparently.
Like many other people, I feel like it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I’ve not written for ages and I’m having to force myself to do it now just to get back into the groove. First off, there was Trump. Is Trump. I’ve said it jokingly before – before, when the possibility of a…
So, I’ve been reading about the male contraceptive. Last I read, the trials had been called off due to the side effects being suffered by trial members. I read through the side effects and I have to say, not being mean or cynical or anything (OK, that’s a lie, I am both mean and cynical…
OK, so today is Halloween. (I’m a couple of days behind, OK?). I am completely and utterly bah humbug about Halloween. It’s not something we have ever done in NZ except for being used as an excuse for varsity students to get dressed up and pissed up and head out on the town. When I…
With the wee lad, it’s never a good sign if he goes off his food. That boy can eat. We had some issues when he first arrived with him not gaining any weight – he’d drink for about five minutes and then conk out completely. I spent half my time trying to feed him and…