We had a really busy weekend, taking the kids to their haircut, clearing out the storeroom, and after the Great Storeroom Adventure, we decided to take the kids out for a walk at the park across the street, just to get some fresh air. It was a cool Sunday night, after dinner.
It is not a spectacular park, and it was under renovation (like most Singapore housing estates and roads). But it had a running track, an exercise area and a playground next to it. Sometimes, on special events like Chinese New Year or Christmas, this park is dressed up with lights too. It ain't The Orchard Road Light-up, but still a nice effort. Basketball games can be seen in the caged court next to it as well.
If you have ever tried pushing a pram anywhere in Singapore, you will realise what a bitch it is to get anywhere. Steps everywhere, no slopes or ramps, and pavements with all sorts of bumps and uneven tiles that trip your stroller up (and don't even get me started on the bladdy buses).
We were fortunate to have a new upgraded lift just outside the door, but once we reached the first floor, we found ourselves pushing Isaac's stroller along the road leading to the carpark. It always makes us nervous, and we are on constant lookout for morons who speed into our carpark like it is the Pasir Gudang Race Circuit in Johor.
There were ladies doing that exercise where you work your hips round and round, like doing the hula, but with what looked like a giant rosary. I suppose the huge wooden beads are meant to help trim those aunties' waists. And to remove off the heads of curious onlookers who moved too closely in for a look. Faith looked on with a mix of fear and fascination, mersmerised by the whirr of the beads going round and round.
Some folk were jogging, and others were doing push-ups and sit-ups at the exercise area, which had a nice soft padded ground.
Faith climbed around and swung her arms about. We left Isaac on the soft ground so that he could crawl around and practise walking. There was another bigger boy there, who was playing "monster" with Isaac. His growls made Isaac laugh and Isaac returned his growls with a breathless "harrr", his version of a growl. It was funny to watch.
I had to watch Faith to ensure that she did not climb up the monkey bars, like the last time Mommy brought her here without me. If she reaches the top of the bars, even I would have trouble reaching her.
We were content to let the kids just play. Isaac would practise walking, hanging on to a metal bar or two, then launching himself for a few steps before landing on his bums.
We thought of letting the kids hang out at the playground next to the exercise area, but the lights were turned off. Maybe Gahmen say, night time chewren cannot play, must stay home and study.
At least this playground is built far away from the roads, unlike the new one being assembled at our block, which is really too near the roads to be safe. These playground planners do not have kids, issit? Mutter mutter mutter.
After a weekend of doing stuff, it was nice to just bum around at the park, doing nothing. I think Singaporeans should learn to do nothing. Nothing is an art. Not every moment needs to be filled with activity, or economic and financial goals.
The evening was pleasantly cool, with a light breeze. Not the kind of weather Singapore normally gets, which is hot, humid and sticky. The weather will turn hot and humid again after Chinese New Year, so it is good to enjoy the cooler weather while it lasts.