One Fine Morning...

Saturday afternoon we decided we needed a small adventure. We packed up the car with our two inflatable paddle boards, a couple buckets and shovels, some snacks and water bottles, and drove thirty minutes to the beach. It was a busy Saturday and we only had an hour or two to spare; additionally, current restrictions allow for just groups of two, so that meant we had to do our our best to stay on our own. When we arrived at the little patch of beach, we discovered, to our delight, that we were the only ones around. Trent hurried to blow up the paddle board, while Asher and Lillian took to the sand, building a castle and pausing intermittently to dance in the waves on the shore. In no time flat Trent had filled the paddle board and was off in the waves, his single profile silhouetted against the literal ocean full of shipping vessels parked just off the greenish waters of East Coast Park. Eventually the pull of the water and Trent's paddle board were too tempting to Lillian and she w...

Last Saturday we were out running errands and simultaneously tuned in to hear the live address from Singapore's Prime Minister. With more than 83% of the country fully vaccinated against Covid-19, we had hopes that he would announce--finally--some lightening of restrictions. I held my iphone, plugged into our car's stereo system, as Trent navigated the busy streets near Orchard Road, finally pulling into a parking lot as we felt we couldn't even run our errands any more, so keenly we wanted and hoped for some semblance of good news. I'll long remember the feeling of our hopes being dashed with every word he spoke. Lillian continued to gasp in the back seat. Trent, always stalwart and optimistic, put his face in his hands and rubbed his eyebrows. I, whose patience and tolerance has most obviously waned in the past several months, muttered mean things under my breath. All in all, it was pretty much the most depressing speech we've heard with no changes announced but r...