It has been a long time since I have updated this blog. Suffice to say, the past year has not been an easy one for a lot of us. The pandemic has created a lack of predictability in our lives. The fear of the unknown is probably greater than the inconveniences of being masked up. Will there be more restrictions and new rules to come? What if one of us get the much dreaded Quarantine Order? When are we able to go back to travelling again? Should we even plan for that cruise holiday end of the year?
During the two months of Phase 2 Heightened Alert, we spent time cooking at home or ordering food delivery because dining in was not allowed. Before this, we would not have foreseen a life where eating out is considered a privilege. But this period of dark times has opened our eyes to the many little things in life that we have taken granted for. It feels extremely sad when restrictions are placed on visitations to hospitals and nursing homes, attendance at churches, weddings and even funerals are limited.
This is the new norm which we have to adapt. Change may not be necessarily a bad thing. It brings on new opportunities to open other doors which you would not have explored if life remains on course. We begin to uncover local destinations while waiting for travel restrictions to be eased. I started growing a garden, making bread, keeping an aquarium on top of my usual hobbies of knitting and sewing. My kids have gotten used to having their faces masked up throughout the day and queuing up for the safe entry tokens to be scanned.
Last month, Ah Bee celebrated his 12th birthday. His failed elective cataract surgery has left him blind in both eyes. Now he is living with round-the-clock eyedrops (for his right eye glaucoma). He wasn’t complaining when cataracts hit him. We were unfortunately the ones who assumed that he was struggling with his failing vision. We have good intentions for him but the bad outcome is just something nobody wished for. Nonetheless, we will continue to love and care for him in his golden years.