Multi-tasking Part I
Mask - October 31 2013
(behind on posting…)
It has been Scientifically Proven that Women Multi-task
Better than Men
This morning I let my gender down:
After 3 painful hours of non-stop packing/cleaning, I was
unable to simultaneously slow melt a
palate sized slab of chocolate (85% Cacao) and swallow pain killers
During my search for a method, my Parkinsonian hand tremored the water from the cup up
into my nose and onto my glasses; morsels of chocolate and of Ibuprofen
scattered or swallowed indiscriminately
Possibly the inspiration for a Halloween costume mask?
Multi-tasking Part II November 17, 2013
On October 31st 2013 I lamented on facebook
my failure to uphold the Scientifically Proven
Fact of Women’s Superiority over
Men in Multi-tasking (due to my oral mismanagement of
chocolate and
Ibuprofen…).
Yesterday Abdoukhadre, my husband, re-established that Fact.
It began with a ceremonial frozen shrimp ring crown blessing dance (Fig. 1).
Yesterday Abdoukhadre, my husband, re-established that Fact.
It began with a ceremonial frozen shrimp ring crown blessing dance (Fig. 1).
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| (Fig. 1: Note shrimp ring on his head) |
Then at the same time as he
was defrosting said shrimp in the microwave, Kha decided to run next door for
the Garlic Alfredo Sauce: late to migrate, our apartment already rented, we
were juggling last minute renos chez nous, packing chez nos amis and sleeping
where there was a free bed. (Fig. 2).
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(Fig. 2 Princess and the Pea
bed:
our tenant added his own Queen size even though the apt is rented as
furnished…).
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While next door Kha decided
to carry back a few other items including Greek Salad Dressing with Garlic and
the scale for weighing our suitcases and something else I have since forgotten
in the ensuing hilarity. Thus while defrosting the blessed shrimp and carrying
multiple sources of garlic and other stuff, he decided to open our front door
(Fig. 3)
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| ( Fig. 3 Garlic at our front door) |
So in the spirit of song quoting fb status updates (such as my high school friend Joanne Macnair’s uplifting nostalgic hits from “our days” or my wayward nephew Jason Juke McGovern's dark lyrics that provoke concerned comments from his fb friends who should know that lack of multiple meaningless typos indicate that said indicators of depression et al where NOT written by Jason… ):
“I am Woman Hear Me Roar!”
