Not Quite Drinking In LA

Tomorrow I’m visiting a friend for dinner, and since I failed to take anything with me the last time I went to see him, this time I’ve overcompensated by fetching two bottles of wine and a triplet of different gins from BevMo, some sort of beverage supermarket. This was as not much fun as it sounds.
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What I learned today about toasters

We woke today to a house devoid of food, and had to quickly head out to the bakery to find croissants to placate both the girls. There’s something wrong there but I can’t say what it could be. After that, the family split: my wife took La Serpiente to a birthday party while I went with Destroyer to the travel agent to book a holiday in Taipei for me and La Serpiente, for a bit of father-daughter bonding in September. And then I went north to buy a new toaster.
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Kallang Practice Track and other discoveries

track pace
This evening, after getting the battery in my Garmin heart rate strap replaced (my handy optician is back from his holidays, and was sufficently un-cack-handed to be capable of unscrewing the back of the monitor and replacing the battery) I went off to the track at Kallang. This has been operational for a while now, since they finished building the National Stadium over the road, but it’s still absolutely gorgeous. The track is soft and springy underfoot, the grass around the track is trimmed to perfection, and if you get there at 9pm because you spent the early part of the evening getting your kids to go to sleep, it’s eerily deserted and you can get your run in uninterrupted by other humanity. Unless you count the frisbee players practising on the infield. The only downside I can see is that they may have scrimped on money for the electricity meter: half the floodlights were turned off, so it’s dark at the 100m and 300m marks on the track. Perhaps I was meant to get there earlier.
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Another Saturday

This morning we had a birthday party for a three year old to attend. That involved lots of prosecco (for us, not the kids) and after a couple of hours and a few games of pass the parcel, we returned home, where I promptly passed out on the bed. I don’t blame the alcohol – it must have been the emotional exhaustion of Gargantuan Cataclysm* screaming at me all the way home. I woke up about half an hour later, and immediately had a panic attack that the day was completely wasted – there I was, in bed at 1pm, having done nothing. Only after some careful thought did I realise I’d already woken up, gone to a children’s birthday party, drank some prosecco, lost at pass the parcel, and so on, and then the anxiety began to dissipate.
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Disappointed at the Funan Digital Mall

​They’re decommissioning the Funan Digital Life Mall in Singapore. This is a five storey mall full of camera and computer shops, with some random fast food joints in the ground floor and a few places to buy manga-inspired dolls, a paintball supplier and a Games Workshop reseller called the Battle Bunker (it’s on the fourth floor, near a cake shop – hardly the bunkers of yore*). This is a shame, because it means if you want to go and play with some gadgets before buying them, you may have to wander off to SIm Lim Square, where people seem to get defrauded when trying to buy a cheap iPhone, and it’s also a lot further away. It’s not so much of a shame, because the Funan Digital Mall is packed full of large chains like Challenger and Harvey Norman, rather than smaller stores, but still, where am I going to go when I want to not buy an Xbox in the future.

There’s no news that’s totally bad, and the good news was that all the televisions in Harvey Norman are being sold off cheap, rather than moved somewhere else. And since our Samsung makes an annoying bloooop noise every single time you turn it on, I fancied a replacement. But no news is totally good, either…
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Eight months in

My calves were still sore this morning; something of a record, as usually I only suffer for two days after any fierce bout of running. I did 4 km easily and got home just as Felicity was waking up to the eighth month anniversary of being born.

I’d like to say we did something special to commemorate this, like bake her a cake with two-thirds of a candle sticking out of it, but in truth it was a day much like any other: Felicity got fed, I scrambled off to work, and then my wife was left to tend to the child all day.

Because it was pay day today, we had money for groceries, so she went down to the docks, and later on I received this photograph:

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