The Changing Seasons: January 2021

It’s been more than a year since I’ve been to church for a mass.

The Changing Seasons, December 2020

It has been a month of exploring new run routes around Singapore. Loving Husband’s Christmas break from school allowed us several opportunities to drive to farther places to explore our little island.

The Changing Seasons: November 2020

waiting in line / waiting for a bus / waiting at the airport departure lounge / waiting for a friend / lady-in-waiting / waiting room

The Changing Seasons: October 2020

October has been a challenging month: too many neighbour-friends have moved away or are making plans to move. This neighbourhood community has sustained us through long months in isolation and we miss each one sorely.

The Changing Seasons: September 2020

As September rolled to an end, I emerged from a 4-month hiatus to return to poetry. October 2 marked the deadline for submission to an anthology, Atelier of Healing: Poetry about Trauma & Recovery, and so the work began.

The Changing Seasons: August

August marked the return to school for Loving Husband & Older Daughter. No more huddling at home around the dining table for long meals, no more marathon sessions in the kitchen, no more lounging around in PJs.

The Changing Seasons: July 2020

My brain is like a sieve; some days worse than others.

One minute I am stirring in malt syrup into a pot of water in preparation to boil my bagels, the next I am hit with the realisation that I have forgotten about The Changing Seasons post for July. I have been reassured by loved ones that this condition will improve after menopause passes; I only hope they are right.

The Changing Seasons: June 2020

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).

The Changing Seasons: May 2020

An unfortunate encounter with the sofa resulted in many delightful recuperative walks in the Gardens, visiting with critters I’d not met in a long while.

The Changing Seasons: April 2020

We are not required to wear a mask when we run in Singapore. But when I caught a bug at the end of March and had to undergo testing for Covid19, I decided that I should mask up when I hit the pavement. So, April running was re-learning how to breathe differently while running. I cherish the time outdoors, so no complaints.