Me: Hey, sis, have you ever heard of an electric (battery operated) ion emitting hair brush? They are recommended here for battling the ever-present humidity, but I can't find one! I think I could get one in England, and may have to order it sent to my sister-in-law or my daughter-in-law, but I'm wondering why these magic brushes aren't sold anywhere else??
JR: I have no knowledge of magic hairbrushes but - I have people. We will get the scoop and send!
Me: Grr! They've hidden the damn magic hairbrush! It's a racist plot - trying to keep the white girls down. Singapore is lovely, if I could solve this one, simple, issue. I may be forced to take drastic (and expensive) measures. There is a treatment called a Brazilian Blowout (not to be confused with the nether region fancy hairdo nor aforementioned removal of), this one is priced at 300 Singapore dollars and makes some wild claims. Infuses keratin, straight hair for three to four months, not affected by humidity, blah, blah, blah. If it works its worth twice the price, but the hairbrush is much cheaper (40 English pounds, which is about 60 USD). Anyway, action must be taken soon. Situation is dire. Still waiting on our ship to come in (from India) and living in survival mode with one plate each, one cup each, one pair undies, (not really, we have a couple pair each of those). But seriously, we are living with no extras here. This is Zen at it's most basic.That's all for now. Let me know if you find a magic hairbrush on the black market. I'll pay double. (Desperate!!!)
We've sort of settled in here in Singapore, (still waiting for 'our ship to come in' with all our belongings from India), but that could be anywhere from weeks to months. So, having grown tired of hitting the gym, I've been searching for a volunteer project to dig into. I just signed up for training on September 22nd at the AWARE Helpline in Singapore, the first point of contact for domestic violence victims. If accepted, this will be a great way for me to be involved in the community and give back in my capacity as a retired RN. This is really exciting!
My other big news is that today I tried a Pumpkin Spiced Latte for the first time in my life. Pumpkin seems to rule the day (or season) lately. I've seen Pumpkin muffins, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin cupcakes, pumpkin candy, and now - the main event at Starbucks: the Pumpkin Spiced Latte, AKA: the PSL.
I gave it a fair trial, I forked over the cash and had every intention of enjoying this drink that set me back more than a Singapore Sling at any nice restaurant, (ok, that's probably an exaggeration, but it was expensive). Let me just say it - the PSL was horrible. Some of you may disagree with me, but let's break it down. Pumpkin is a gourd. More specifically, it's a squash, and squash does not a tasty drink make. Dress it up with whipped cream, make it hot, add sugar, and it's still just hot squash juice. I've learned my lesson and I won't be donating any more money toward the support of squash, unless it's baked and clearly served as a vegetable (although it's actually classified as a fruit).
I just felt it was my duty to let you know my opinion so that none of you have to trial it unnecessarily. No sense all of us wasting money on something that disgusting. (No offense to Starbucks, I've had most of their drinks and love many of them - just not this one.)
So, that's it. Just a couple of inane issues, but hey, I'm not gonna apologize, you checked in, so you get a front row view into what's going on in my head. That's your bad luck. Haha
Imagine: trekking slowly uphill, one step at a time through ten feet of snow, shoes wet, icy wind stinging your face, fingers mercifully numbed...
Yeah, that's not what happened.
Actually, it was quite a lot of fun. Peter and I left the car at about noon, and walked briskly around the MacRichie Reservoir which is 11 kilometers. We even tried to impress some runners by jogging a bit. We would have been back in the car, sucking up the AC, by 3 o'clock, but unfortunately we took a "short cut" near the end that extended our hike. We ended up covering 13 kilometers which is about 8 miles. Not a hugely impressive distance, but in this humidity, I considered it quite a feat. We sweat buckets, but then, that was expected. What wasn't expected were the frequent warning signs for "flying, venomous snakes." FLYING?? Regular snakes aren't scary enough? Thankfully, we didn't see any. We did pass a group of Japanese girls who (3.5 kilometers in) were begging the rest of their group to turn around and find a taxi. They were pretty amusing. We came across dozens of friendly monkeys, and enjoyed beautiful scenery. Peter nearly trod on a foot long lizard but no wildlife was injured. We consider it a successful day's hike even though our overall pace was pretty slow - but that was mostly because we took so many piss and moan breaks. As we acclimate to the heat, maybe we'll do better. Next weekend: the Botanic Gardens.
Good Morning! Yesterday was a beach day for my brain. I was bored and played a couple of hours of on-line Bingo, which is the intellectual comparison of day drinking. Yup, my brain called in for an off day, went to the beach, put up its toes, and went to sleep. Some days are like that – and yesterday was definitely one. The good news is I won four games. Yay me! Kicking old lady Bingo butt. I’m a bad assed Bingo chick. But I'm feeling a little guilty about being such a slug.
To break the boredom, I’ve made a plan. I’ve decided it’s not going to get any cooler, and this weekend Peter and I need to go exploring. I’ve got loads of change collected for the bus, and have plotted a route (some 26 bus stops away). We can go to the Botanic Gardens and have a look around. I think it’s a hike that will take about 2 hours. Or – we could go a bit further to the MacRichie Trail, and hike for up to 11 miles, which (at our speed) could take half the day. Oh, who am I kidding? The only way I'd cover 11 miles in this heat would be if I walked an hour, and paid someone to drive me back to the bus stop. The Botanic Gardens are looking better already. Either way we’ll sweat buckets, but we need to get outside and see some of this little island.
I’m always a bit nervous about these things. Seems I frequently bite off more athletic activity than I really want to do. I haven’t told Peter my plan yet, but I’ve got the backpacks ready with water, snacks, extra socks, and I've got the Singapore equivalent to 911 into speed dial. It’s not a race, and we'll be fine, unless, of course, Peter convinces me it's a stupid idea.
That's really my last chance - I wouldn't take a lot of convincing. :)