I explain why for three months I’ve been walking nearly a km between my house and my car each day. The driveway did it.
November was an exciting month.
An electrical storm knocked out our power for two days, broke our internet for a month, and washed out our driveway.
You remember the driveway. Eight hundred metres winding up a hill through native bush, home to quail, glow worms, New Zealand freshwater crayfish, and a rabbit called Nicholas Augustus.
But I was talking about November.
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My inability to multi-task makes cooking breakfast a major undertaking. The bacon may not get out alive.
I have a confession.
I’m terrible at multi-tasking.
Don’t try to have a conversation with me while I’m browsing the web because I swear I won’t hear you. If I’m chopping vegetables, for the Great Cat’s sake get me to put down the knife before you ask me what clothes I have to go in the wash.
I can’t even walk and chew gum.
In most aspects of my life, I’ve learned to compensate for my inability to multi-task.
The one place it still gets me every time?
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I read Baking Bad, the first Beaufort Scales mystery, by Kim M. Watt and laughed a lot. I’m not going to review it, but hopefully I can help you decide whether you’d enjoy it.
While I was AWOL, something wonderful happened: lots of my friends published books.
(Lots of other things happened too, some great, some not so much, but we can come to those later.)
I’m planning to read them and review them, but not on this blog.
Hey, they’re my friends. If I say negative things feelings will get hurt, and if I gush and spout unicorn sparkles about how great they are (the books, not the friends) you won’t believe me.
So I came up with a different plan. I’m going to help you decide if you want to read them. (Again the books, not the friends.)
Today’s victim, I mean, book, is Baking Bad by the lovely Kim M. Watt.
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Ever wonder why your wardrobe is always overflowing with clothes, but you have only two outfits you wear? This is the secret–19 types of clothes it’s impossible to get rid of.
My wardrobe doesn’t have an ever-expanding interior and, though you might not guess it from looking at me, I do occasionally buy new clothes. Put these together, and you reach the occasional need for me to get rid of clothes.
Naturally I avoid this activity as long as I can, but eventually it becomes hazardous to my health to not deal with the problem.
I go into the task optimistic.
I’m sure I have only two pairs of pants I wear regularly, a couple of tops, a jacket or two, and maybe some socks and underwear. It’ll be no problem to pare back my wardrobe to a quarter full.
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Sarah the chicken overcomes her emotional wounds and finds happiness eating chook food with her friends near the house.
Sarah the black hen came to live in her new home as a pullet (young hen) with her speckled brown friend, Clementine.
Clementine got a fancy name because the people who sold her to us assured us she would lay blue eggs, though she was too young to lay at the time. Sarah, on the other hand, got a dull name because she was expected to lay white eggs.
As it turned out, both Clementine and Sarah lay slightly bluish eggs, but not blue enough for me to definitively convince myself that they’re not white. Perhaps the two hens split the difference.
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