No matter how old you are, life is terrifying for one reason or another. Here are some of mine.
When you’re young, you don’t know anything and that’s fine.
You get older and start to believe you know some things. But you look young so no one believes you know anything.
You get older some more and realise all those things you thought you knew–actually you have no idea about them. Or possibly they made the world more complicated while you were watching Red Dwarf.
At some point when you (again) don’t know anything you start to look old enough that people think you know things. They listen when you speak and assume you’re correct.
Then you’re in trouble.
I’m not putting numbers on the age when these things happen. When my sister looked old enough to know everything, she was six. For the average stranger, perhaps this happens around forty. Or twenty. Or sixty. Or a hundred.
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Like everyone else living through the pandemic, Sebastian and Rain are shaken by what’s going on. A banana might be involved.
If you’ve been around a while, you might remember Sebastian and Rain, my writer half and my reader half. Usually they rant or rave about books and occasionally throw grapes at each other, but it turns out they have opinions about other things as well.
I’ll hand over to let them explain.
Sebastian: I should start by saying this was not my idea. I wanted to have a nice literary discussion about a book.
Rain: Do we ever have “nice literary discussions” about books?
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My friends tell me my life self-isolating to break the spread of Covid-19 is exactly the same as my summer holidays. Here’s why they’re so wrong.
On 26 March, the whole of New Zealand went into self-isolation at home. Well, everyone except those with important jobs required to keep us all alive, such as medical professionals, couriers, farmers, Covid-19 researchers, and supermarket checkout operators.
I am not an essential worker, though I have the uncertain delight of being able to work from home.
Delight because being able to earn income allows me to buy books, which makes me happy. Uncertain because having the Prime Minister to tell you not to go to work is the adult version of getting a note from your mum saying you’re excused from gym class. (Or PE, as we call it.)
But I have to go anyway.
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I believe you can become awesome at the stomping unicorn backhand–or many other things–in just one day. Here’s how.
I heard a great story once.
A visiting instructor once gave a two-day seminar at my tennis** club, and he told us about a similar seminar he’d given at a different club.
** The sport has been changed to protect the identities of the innocent. I don’t know tennis from snail polo.
On the first day, he’d taught the class a move called the stomping unicorn backhand. Most of the more advanced students were familiar with the stomping unicorn, but it was sparkling new for the less experienced students.
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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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