John and the girls set off for Oregon today (via Narita, LAX, and SFO.) It seems...super-quiet around here. It has been endlessly raining in Singapore lately, even triggering some serious floods. One in particular flooded a lot of low-level stores along Orchard Road (the main shopping street). The Hermès store was fully inundated, up to the ceiling, destroying who knows how many hundreds of thousands worth of leather bags etc. I assume they have a policy of destroying damaged goods rather than letting employees make off with a soggy Kelly bag. One imagines a hecatomb at Hermès headquarters, with high-level employees scattering barley on the unfortunate luggage before consigning it to the pyre. I went by it tonight and it is still closed tight, with signature orange stretched across every window and door.
Earlier, however, it was sunny, and I worked on my tan. It's a tough job, but...um, no one needs to do it, actually, but it's awesome. When I come downstairs and find that the coffee fairy has been there (otherwise known as our new helper Malou; our long-time helper Tena has retired after 9 years working for us to her house in the Philippines) I have to reflect on my privilege. You all please remind me never to complain about anything, ever. (OK, being sick and my children being sick, that's still on the table). But on the whole I have a wonderful, amazing life and am feeling pretty grateful now.
It's John's first time taking the girls across the Pacific by himself, but I'm sure they'll be fine. The girls are seasoned travelers after all. I'll be meeting them in NY and flying back via Frankfurt after visiting my dad in Bluffton S.C. John and I, handing the kids off as we are, each have a round-trip, but the girls will be flying all around the world. Singapore/Narita/LAX/SFO/Eugene/JFK/Frankfurt/Singapore, plus a train ride from NYC to Savannah, GA and back (we're doing the sleeper car thing, which is great fun). It's strange because you have a general sense that your children will be like you in some important sense, but really their childhood is so different from mine that it's incomprehensible.