I’m in a bit of a mood this morning for a few reasons – mostly because of some job-related disappointment, but whatever. That’s the first eye roll.
I’ve found myself doing a lot of eye-rolling at things lately that really shouldn’t matter, and don’t matter in the grand scheme of life…. but when you keep hearing and seeing some of the same duh-ness, you HAVE TO ROLL YOUR EYES! You can’t not.
So the Eye-Roll Award this morning goes to the server I had at one of my usual coffee shops. I come here often with my laptop, order some cold coffee and toast or something, and work for a few hours.
Like most days, today I do the same. I sit at the window, look at the menu and decide on food. She comes back and takes my order.
Me: “I’ll have the french toast and an iced coffee please.”
Server: (Furrowed brow) “Iced coffee?”
Me: “Oh I’m sorry. I meant cold brew.”
OH. MY. GAUD.
Not just once has this happened, but several times here and at different coffee spots. Is there really such a huge difference between iced coffee and cold brew?? Am I too 2010 with asking for an iced coffee? It’s not like I’m talking about a beta video machine to a Gen Z person. Come on now…
Perhaps you read about the live-in gecko we have. If not, you might want to go back and read those posts. No pressure.
So when we thought that life would be back normal with our little friend, as he nonchalantly goes running across the wall from the air conditioner over to the plants, something else happened.
I was cleaning one day, between the coffee table and the TV table. Just picking up little threads and tiny leaves that track in front outside from the rug before vacuuming, because that makes sense, of course. So I picked this little, maybe centimeter long piece of something up to investigate it. And when I felt the texture of this thing, which was, in fact, a little squishy but still firm, I dropped it immediately. Our live-in guest left us another little appendage, for a reason we do not know. That was so nice of him.
So I left the little, discarded tail on the coffee table where I dropped it so Brett could see it when he got home. That went over well, hahahaha!
I wonder what will happen next in the tail-dropping sage!
You may have read the tale (tail – hahaha) of the little guest we had who lost his tail.
Well, wouldn’t you know that the little dude has returned? With a new tail. But this time, he’s not hanging out in the kitchen to bathroom corridor – perhaps that was a bit of PTSD situation for him. Dude now scoots his way out of the air con unit in the living room! The unit is high up on the wall and is sometimes on during the day so I’m not sure how he hides out in there when it’s on! Very strategically I suppose!
The scooting strategy is to come out in the late evenings now – every evening! When we have lights on and are watching Netflix or CBS or something, and there is talking and noise. Brave little soul considering what happened to him! He makes his air con exit quickly and pauses on the wall, perhaps adjusting to the light and heads over to the plants. This is fine. Eat up those ants, buddy.
Having an unexpected guest in your house can perk your nerves. Even if the guest is a harmless little gecko.
Living in a tropical climate, you are going to have these guests. Ones like geckos or ants, or roaches, or something. If I had to choose – I choose gecko.
We had seen a few little guys here and there in this apartment, usually by the door or in the kitchen. No big deal. But one evening when we got back from boot camp, little dude was on the breakfast bar wall heading to the bathroom – perhaps? We figured he didn’t really need to be in there so we grabbed the kitchen bin – a small white plastic bin – covered him up and scooted him towards the front door. A couple of times in the scooting process, we got a glimpse of his little tail and we were afraid he might actually get it cut off in this life-saving event.
So we get him to the door and shoo him out. We felt pretty good about ourselves until we saw that, in fact, little dude has a hard time running away AND his tail is gone! We both got a bit grossed out and felt a bit bad, but at least dude was where he belonged and got away even though his tail was sitting on our welcome mat… (I’ll leave that mental image there)..
Being the people we are, googling gecko tails the next day was helpful because we learned that geckos will drop their tails in threatening situations. So then, we didn’t feel so bad! Dude would regrow a new one. Great adaptation.
Now that I’m back full force Jibbery Jabbering, I’ve been reading through the draft post titles from as far back as 2015. Some make complete sense to me, like: “Close to Home” or “A Trip to North America”. But for some, when I click on the link and there is no text, only a somewhat obscure title, I’m forced to ask myself:
“What I was thinking when I wrote this title?”
For example, while I think the title “I Wish There Were Blogs in the Late ’90’s”, I wonder what it is that sparked that thought. I can think of a few ideas, but not really sure what I was thinking with that! I found a note in my phone from January about my Uber smelling like lemons. And that seems to really inspire some thinking! I have to see if I can piece that together, or maybe I’ll just post the notes and we can all have a giggle.
I’ve been doing a lot of volunteer time with the folks at the Food Bank Singapore for the last couple of years. When I lived in New York, our school would often have food drives for the NYC Food Bank and so when I moved to Singapore and found that my school had the start of a relationship with the fairly new Food Bank Singapore, I thought that this some work I could carry through from my last experience.
In my roles at the International School, I supported the development of the relationship of the school and the Food Bank by inviting representatives to give information sessions to students, enabling students to hold events to support the Food Bank, and organizing volunteer Saturdays for staff and families.
Although I have left that school community, I didn’t want my relationship with the folks at the Food Bank to cease because this is eradicating hunger is a cause I strongly believe in. The system isn’t ideal here in Singapore, but they are doing fairly well securing donations from large companies, hotels and the general public for beneficiaries. This community support clearly benefits the 10% of Singaporeans that are food insecure, but of course, the hope is that over time these beneficiaries will be able to become food secure on their own (as with any public service to the community).
If you are looking for a place to volunteer, Food Banks offer a number of different opportunties. Here are some of the things I’ve helped out with:
- Inventorying food at the warehouse
- Packing food bundles for beneficiaries
- Help littlies pack bags for delivery in the community
- Canvassing at the Food Expo & other large events
- Raising awareness of local food waste problems
- Assist at the Grab & Go (free food pick-ups to beneficiaries)
- Leading students in sorting food
- Chatting with many volunteers
- Data entry of requests and food distribution
- Researching worldwide food waste issues, etc.
Likely there is something that you may be interested in helping with, so get out there and do it!
I love you so much.
Grammarly, that is. Just love so very much. If you do not have this fantastic Google add-on or extension, whatever it is, add it or extend it.
The little green circle that appears in the bottom right corner of whatever I’m typing (like this post). It continuously inspects my spelling and grammar in a useful way – magical! As the little arrow spins (like right now) when I type, it confirms that I have been successful in my quest for proper language and usage! When the circle turns red, I simply hover over the error, I click and my writing continues on its error-free journey!
This little tool can easily turn into an obsession though, but somehow my OCD with spelling and grammar can relax with the presence of my little green circle of correctness. Unfortunately, my new friend doesn’t realize that I do like to make up words sometimes.
Well, I’m a bit excited!
I’ve noticed in the last couple of weeks I’ve got some new followers here on JibberJabber! Woot!
So, you know what that means? You’ve inspired me to get back to my storytelling. Starting today!
Thank you, new followers, for giving me a nudge to get rolling.
Yep, they do. And they are tasty! Who knew?! Turns out they grow during the summer season in the Green Mountains of Taiwan.
The weather on this October long weekend trip was less than stellar and we were quite done after walking around in the rain all day. As we approached our dry space at the Hotel Royal-Nikko, there were these two young dudes with several boxes of peaches that smelled just amazing! So we were tried to use gestures and their little English to choose the peaches we wanted. Of course, we were trying to do a currency conversion in our heads as we were negotiating, and didn’t do well with it. Because those peaches were really expensive! Thankfully we talked them out of giving us the rotting ones.
Turns out those expensive peaches were the best part of our trip 🙂
Recently I was making a trip from Washington, D.C. to Seattle with a stop in Minneapolis St. Paul. Upon joining the group of people ready to board the flight, a boy came barreling through, elbowing in motion, words “EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!” gloriously expelling from his 10 year old mouth.
My immediate thought… “Hope you’re not in my row, kid”. Typical thought of most, I’d say. So I stepped to the side, somewhat begrudgingly, and found that once boarded, the boy and his mother were indeed, my row-mates. Again, some thoughts went through my head as I waited for mom to get herself and her son established in their seats. As I stepped out of the way of other boarding passengers, I was trying to think positive thoughts, like maybe the boy would stay in his seat the whole time, quietly watching his movies and such.
When I was finally able to get into my chosen aisle seat, the boy started making noises and getting somewhat aggressive with his TV screen and headset, mom responding in a way I found to be antagonist to her son, which I found to be greatly annoying. So then I thought “who’s going to be worse, the boy or the mom?”
A few more minutes of the unsettled movements and sounds, when mom turned to me and said, “Please don’t mind my son. He’s autistic.”
“I’m not worried about it,” I responded. Her response was of relief, but… that didn’t make HER less annoying! Ha! The boy was fine!