I look at pregnancy as nine months of mental and physical exercise in preparation for birth, similar to how the frequent toilet visits throughout the night seem like preparation for the frequent waking and feeding once baby is earthside. It’s all hard work and every woman or seahorse dad (Google it) has a different journey in pregnancy and birth.
The first time I left NZ was in 1973, off on the required OE, bound for Southeast Asia. Boy, was I excited. During the flight I sat next to an effeminate guy. We chatted away and before touching down in Bali I woke up and realised my sleeping head had been resting on his shoulder. I apologised profusely but he was very nice and patted me on the leg and suggested I go and stay with him in a flash resort at Nusa Dua. I politely lied to him that I already had accommodation booked at Kuta Beach, and thanked him for his kind offer, despite the fact I was sure he had ulterior motives. Tip number 1: have some plausible stories ready for unforeseen situations.
If music be the food of love … play on I have always wondered what the first musical instrument would have been? Presumably, the human vocal chords – chanting, singing
I have just returned from Japan after visiting my partner’s family. On arrival at Narita Airport at 9pm, we were met by Hiroshi, my partner’s brother, who said “We go to onsen (Japanese hot baths).” After flying for 12 hours, this was indeed a welcome treat and we basked in 40 degree pools of different depths, some shallow with stone pillows to gaze up at the planes taking off every few minutes from the airport a kilometre away, and some with pummelling jets of water that massaged away the aches from 12 cramped hours on Fiji Airlines.
To say Noah loved music and his violin is an understatement. His passion for both had him skipping meals, losing sleep and wandering the fields and forests, fiddling away the hours in practice. A young teenager, he was enrolled at Waihi College where he joined the school orchestra. Unfortunately, his passion just wasn’t enough. For all the time sacrificed and spent in practice, he just wasn’t a very good violin player and so was given only a minor role at the back of the string section. This left him feeling discouraged and frustrated and he fervently prayed for a miracle to change things.
I look at pregnancy as nine months of mental and physical exercise in preparation for birth, similar to how the frequent toilet visits throughout the night seem like preparation for the frequent waking and feeding once baby is earthside. It’s all hard work and every woman or seahorse dad (Google it) has a different journey in pregnancy and birth.
The first time I left NZ was in 1973, off on the required OE, bound for Southeast Asia. Boy, was I excited. During the flight I sat next to an effeminate guy. We chatted away and before touching down in Bali I woke up and realised my sleeping head had been resting on his shoulder. I apologised profusely but he was very nice and patted me on the leg and suggested I go and stay with him in a flash resort at Nusa Dua. I politely lied to him that I already had accommodation booked at Kuta Beach, and thanked him for his kind offer, despite the fact I was sure he had ulterior motives. Tip number 1: have some plausible stories ready for unforeseen situations.
If music be the food of love … play on I have always wondered what
I have just returned from Japan after visiting my partner’s family. On arrival at Narita Airport at 9pm, we were met by Hiroshi, my partner’s brother, who said “We go to onsen (Japanese hot baths).” After flying for 12 hours, this was indeed a welcome treat and we basked in 40 degree pools of different depths, some shallow with stone pillows to gaze up at the planes taking off every few minutes from the airport a kilometre away, and some with pummelling jets of water that massaged away the aches from 12 cramped hours on Fiji Airlines.
To say Noah loved music and his violin is an understatement. His passion for both had him skipping meals, losing sleep and wandering the fields and forests, fiddling away the hours in practice. A young teenager, he was enrolled at Waihi College where he joined the school orchestra. Unfortunately, his passion just wasn’t enough. For all the time sacrificed and spent in practice, he just wasn’t a very good violin player and so was given only a minor role at the back of the string section. This left him feeling discouraged and frustrated and he fervently prayed for a miracle to change things.
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