Our first family outing to a public place: the museum, of course. On this occasion, the Asian Civilizations Museum, to view the Jewellery gallery which was being renovated and reopened just a few days before Singapore imposed its Circuit Breaker (lockdown) in early April.
The approach to the museum was as entertaining as the galleries themselves, as we enjoyed the serene riverside boulevard all to ourselves, save for a lone runner zipping by. Safe distancing at its best!
After a satisfying visit to quiet galleries, we head back home to contemplate and plan our next outing.
My evening run took an exploratory turn as we decided to try a route not taken before. As it so often happens when confronted with new sights, I stopped to gawk at various wonders, natural and otherwise.
One of my highlights in June was working on The Tan Times. It all began almost 30 years ago with a newsletter which we put together to keep in touch. In a fit of housekeeping a few months ago in early April, Houseproud Mom discovered all the back issues (the newsletter had long been discontinued).
It is unusual for me to be up at 6pm and sitting at my writing space (I have taken over a portion of my dining table & set up shop there). If I am up at this time of day, it is typically for a run. But I was met with a dramatic thunderstorm upon waking and so I find myself here; the Southwest Monsoons have been enthusiastically watering our little island with thundershowers these past few days.
One of my fondest memories of living in Texas in the 1980s is dessert Pie. I took to this quintessential American dessert like a duck to water. Pumpkin, pecan, apple, rhubarb, key-lime, black bottom, peach, peanut butter … the list goes on. I abashedly claim that in my heyday, I polished off most of a full-size pumpkin pie! I paid for it shortly – I don’t think I touched another pumpkin pie for months after that.
Mulling over the prompt for One Word Sunday: Patchwork hosted by Debbie at TravelWithIntent, I contemplated things that are made up of miscellaneous or incongruous parts, a hodgepodge perhaps, and yet these bits make up a coherent whole. And if you consider the Aristotelian idea of synergy, we could end up with a great deal more, and perhaps even better, than what we started with.
Thinking about Amanda’s question (SomethingToPonderAbout) about whether I am a Pink or Purple kind of gal. Without thinking, I would have blurted that my favourite colour is Purple, of course. But upon some consideration, I would have to say I am very drawn to hues of vibrant pink as well.