The day the air con died…

In Singapore, renting an apartment feels like home ownership light.  Among other things, I was informed that I was expected to keep up air conditioner unit maintenance.  Luckily my agent explained this to me, or I would never have thought to do anything.  Units here have to be serviced every 2-3 months.  As we are higher than average demand users (I’m told most people don’t run their aircon 24/7 or at the low temperatures we consider necessary to survival) we usually get our units serviced every 8 weeks.  A team of guys show up, take apart the unit, vacuum the unit, wash a piece I assume is the filter (I’m really NOT mechanical or electrical minded) and do all sorts of things that cost me $30 SGD a unit (we have 5, so it’s 150$ SGD every 8 weeks give or take).

This has been a good system until Sunday night when our bedroom air con died.  You get so used to the constant background noise of the a/c that it’s freakishly quiet when it goes away.  In the morning I would learn it wasn’t just our unit, but the office unit and Elanor’s bedroom as well, which all operate off one of the two condensers outside.  As it was one am, my solution was to point our bedroom fan at our bed and turn it on high, which made it just barely survivable, although neither Ravi nor I slept well.

Given that most repairs/issues in our apartment are expected to be dealt with by us, I contacted our aircon guy and asked him to come look at the unit to figure out why it stopped working first thing on Monday.

I was very worried when I was basically told that it was broken, we needed a new one, call the owner.  As I’ve mentioned before, we don’t have direct contact with our land lord.  I wouldn’t be able to even tell you her name without reading our rental agreement.  We call our agent, who calls her agent, who calls her.  She makes a decision and the communication goes back via her agent, our agent, and then to us.  As a new air con unit sounded like a large decision and might require shopping and lots of back and forth, I was dreading the process.  In the hours it took for the chain of communication to make its way back to me, I looked into hotel rooms as the fan solution was not going to be liveable for more than 1-2 nights at most, and I even glanced at plane tickets home as a solution if this was going to be a multi-week problem.

Imagine my shock, then, when I found out it would be fixed the very next day (Tuesday).  My even greater level of shock when it happened.  And my extreme happiness to be typing this entry from a lovely cool bedroom.

It’s so nice to be pleasantly surprised when something is dealt with efficiently and with speed.

An American Thanksgiving in Singapore

Last year we went home for November, and enjoyed Thanksgiving with my in-laws and my friend Curt and were in Singapore for Christmas.  This year, we’re doing the inverse, mostly because of the baby.  Our pediatrician didn’t love the idea of us flying before she was six weeks old (although technically she *could* fly much earlier, once she had a passport) and taking my original due date into consideration, Christmas made sense.  I’m a bit nervous about running into snow delays and cancellations, but I’m really excited, too, as Christmas (to me) is intrinsically linked with cold weather, the smell of pine trees, and big comfy sweaters….not shorts, palm trees and swimming.

My friend Kate has told me I must have been a Jewish Grandmother in a past life because I love to feed large crowds of people.  (To be fair I love feeding people, period…a complete irony as I’m one of the pickiest eaters you’ll ever meet and don’t like half of what I enjoy cooking).  Since we were going to be here for T-day, I decided to host a small gathering, and cooked up a storm for several days prior.

Our guests included our friends M and family, who sadly couldn’t stay long (but we sent them home with extra food), my friend E and two of his friends, Kirsten and of course our family, including B.  It was Kirsten and B’s first experience with Thanksgiving, and I realized that although I’m from Massachusetts (home of the Pilgrims and the first Thanksgiving mythology) I suck at explaining it.  Probably because I know too much…if I start talking about the holiday, I end up going on a pedantic lecture about how mythologized the “first thanksgiving” has gotten, what it was really like, how the Civil War factors in, etc.  Ravi and I did explain it wasn’t really the authentic experience because there was no arguing with relatives (just kidding, guys!) or football.

I was sad to see M and her family leave, but as a fellow mom, I fully understand that we live on our kid’s schedules.

B enjoyed the food, but felt uncomfortable hanging out with everyone, and chose to relax on her own after eating.  I felt awkward, because on a day to day basis, I forget about the huge gulf of privilege that  separates us, and I had hoped she would hang out and enjoy the holiday with us.  However, it’s not about what *I* want, but what makes her happy.  We made sure she knew she was encouraged and welcome to join us, but we weren’t going to make her do something she was uncomfortable doing.

I’m so lucky that Kirsten is such a good sport as Elanor glommed onto her from the moment she walked in the door and insisted on sitting with her, and then after the food, climbing on her, ordering (sorry, we’re working on the bossy streak) Kirsten to build with her, and generally loving on K.  Kirsten blogged about the experience here, including some awesome pictures (K-you shouldn’t just freelance in journalism, but photography too–I love the pictures you take of my girls!).  Go check it out!

Kirsten, Ravi, E, E’s guests (I’m not using names as I’m not sure of their level of comfort of mention on a public blog) and myself had a wonderful hours long conversation.  It was during that conversation that I was reminded of the point of Thanksgiving–the being thankful part.  I am so thankful that the strange twists and turns of fate led me to a place where I could sit in the home we’ve made on the opposite side of the world from where we grew up with a group of interesting friends and discuss everything from Broadways shows to how living expenses in Hong Kong break down.  I’m thankful to have met such interesting people and that they have welcomed me into their lives as well.  And I’m thankful that my girls will grow up surrounded by such caring and diverse role models.

I was too busy enjoying myself and talking to take many pictures, but I did get some of the food…

Corn Bread Dressing with Sausage and Apple

Roasted Asparagus

Parker House Rolls

Roasted Carrots

The Cornbread stuffing from the picture above

Ocean Spray Cranberry Jelly (at Ravi’s request)

Brown Sugar Glazed Sweet Potatoes with Marshmallow

Cranberry Sauce

Mashed Potatoes (I bake the potatoes, scoop out the interior and mash with butter, salt and pepper)

Gravy (made from the packet included with the turkey)

Turkey…it’s a Butterball!

Pumpkin Pie

Apple Pie (not pictured)

Devil’s Food Cupcakes with Buttercream Frosting (not pictured)

I know I mentioned buying plane tickets, but that is still a work in progress.  I’ll update you with dates as soon as we have them.

No time to post…still baking

Today I made

Pie Crust

Pumpkin Pie

Cranberry Sauce

Cornbread for the stuffing

Cornbread Stuffing with Sausage and Apples (minus the mushrooms)

and before bed, I’m going to make Devil’s Food Cupcakes  and more pie crust (different recipe)

Tomorrow I’m making

-Baking the Parker House rolls

-Mashed Potatoes (I bake them, scoop out the interior and mash with a shit ton of butter, some salt and some pepper)

-Brown Sugar Glazed Sweet Potatoes

-The Turkey

-Roasted Carrots

-Roasted Asparagus

-Apple Pie

-Maple Whipped Cream (just add syrup to heavy cream and whip)

So…in the meantime…Ellie from last Thannksgiving

Comparison-Elanor and Rhiannon at their first Thanksgivings

Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers who celebrate it.

I’m doing a lot of baking today, so here are some recipe links and some pictures…

Parker House Rolls

My favorite Apple Pie recipe

Cornbread and Sausage Stuffing (I’m skipping the mushrooms, assuming we can find sourdough bread…B and E are on a quest for me right now…otherwise it may just be cornbread or a last minute variation on this).

Elanor’s first Thanksgiving—about 3 weeks old

Rhiannon’s first Thanksgiving (same outfit)–6 weeks, but about the same weight


New Feature-Nursing Room Reviews

I’ve added a new feature to Expat Bostonians; a page of nursing room reviews.  In general, I’m becoming more comfortable with nursing publicly as needed, but when there is a private space to nurse, in general I would much prefer to use that.  So to help my fellow nursing mamas in Singapore, I’m going to photograph and rate nursing rooms as I encounter them on a 1-5 bottle scale.  Updates to this page will not show in your RSS feed, so if it is something that would help you out, check back often.  Feel free to suggest malls you’d like reviewed or your opinions!

Links are fixed

Sorry about the lack of embedded video in the earlier posts.  WordPress recently made some changes to the way you embed online video and I hadn’t fully caught up to those changes.

At any rate, if you missed it, go back to the earlier posts Rhiannon plays on her mat and UK trip 09 to see those videos.

Wordless Wednesday–UK Trip 2009

We spent 3 weeks in the UK in 2009 during which Elanor turned 10 months old.  We spent just over half of it based out of Edinburgh, where Ravi was attending a conference.  We did a family trip to Glasgow.  I surprised myself by finding the courage to rent a car (and a car seat) and to drive up to Loch Ness and Inverness (stopping at Loch Lomond and Culloden battle field) with just Ellie for company one day.  It was my first time driving on the opposite side of the road (and yes, I kept getting into the passenger seat and wondering where the steering wheel was–if we ever were to get a car in Singapore, I’d have the same trouble at first).  After a few weeks, when the conference had wrapped up, we took Ellie on her first trip to London (my second, Ravi’s lost track of how many times he’s been there trip).  I made the following video to summarize our trip.

Wordless Wednesday-Paris and Versailles 2006

Rhiannon plays on the mat

For the grandparents and all the Rhiannon fans out there.  This was filmed last week when Rhi was 5 weeks old.

Have you bought your tickets for Wicked yet?

For those of you who have never met me in person, or who haven’t known me long, you may be blissfully unaware of what a giant musical theater geek I am.  I got the bug from my grandmother, who used to sing “A Bushel and a Peck” (from Guys and Dolls) to me as a little girl of 2 or 3…it’s one of the first non-nursery rhyme songs I knew.  I grew up watching movie musicals like “Sound of Music,” “My Fair Lady,” “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers,” “The King and I,” “Annie” and so forth…they were some of the first VHS tapes I remember us buying.

My CD collection (and now my iTunes collection) is disproportionately Broadway and movie musical soundtracks.  I’m even enough of a geek that I have different cast recordings of various shows.

Oh, and if I weren’t enough of an addict, when I lived in New York City, I worked for a Broadway ticket discounter.  My JOB was to know which shows were selling daily at TKTS (the 1/2 price ticket booth) and what codes could be used to get 10%, 20% or more off of tickets.  I may have elected to buy Broadway tickets rather than buy good groceries more than once (choosing to live on stuff like peanut butter crackers instead) in favor of seeing shows like “Thoroughly Modern Millie” or my 14th viewing of “Phantom of the Opera.”

It was during this period in 2002 that a new show called “Wicked” was opening.  Based on the book by Gregory Maguire by the same name (but radically different plot-wise)  During previews, if you can believe it, tickets were discounted 65%, and my friend Stephanie and I were super excited to see Idina Menzel (then known for originating the role of Maureen in “Rent”) and Kristin Chenoweth.  We had no idea how popular (to borrow a song title from the show) Wicked would become, nor how much we would love it.

We were transported to Oz, where long before Dorothy dropped in, two girls named Elphaba and Galinda met at university.  One was idealistic and wanted nothing more than to help the wizard.  The other was a flighty popular blonde who wanted nothing more than to have fun and date hot boys.  They weren’t thrilled to be roommates–in fact they hated each other on sight.  But over time, they became friends…best friends.  One landed a boyfriend that the other quietly watched and yearned for him, assuming she wasn’t what he’d want.  A fateful day in the Emerald City and a meeting with the Wizard changed everything, though.  They each made a life-altering decision that day that would change the course of their lives forever at the end of the first act.  The consequences of those choices played out in the second act.

Oh, and you also learn the origin stories of The Cowardly Lion, The Tin Man, and Scarecrow…and those winged monkeys.

You also learn that the government of Oz is corrupt and how much what you think you know is just spin…

After the show, we decided to do something that neither of made the effort to do very often–we decided to stage door.  To stage door, for the uninitiated, is when you stand by the stage door of the theater and wait for the performers to come out and ask for their autographs.  Sometimes for hours.

Most of the performers were very sweet–we got all the principles autographs.  It was a major thrill to meet Kristin and Idina, who posed for pictures for us as well  Sadly that was before digital cameras.  I know I have the pictures somewhere in Massachusetts, but I don’t have them at the moment.

For those familiar with Broadway, you know that Wicked became an box office phenom.  Almost 10 years later, it’s still selling 98% of it’s seats regularly (source) and NONE of those seats are 65% off.

At some point I introduced Ravi to the show via the music…likely on a long drive down to NYC, and he was eager to see the show as well (although his favorite show remains Avenue Q).  We went together, when it came to Boston in fall of 2007.  At the time I bought a  baby onesie that Ellie eventually wore (and that Rhi will sport at some point as well).

Not an accidental upload–R was holding her upside down.  It says “green babies rule”

The butt of the onesie

When I was pregnant with Ellie in 2008, we went to Chicago, where Wicked has been playing for years.  They had a really cool “behind the scenes” tour that we attended.  Two cast members walked us through a lot of back ground knowledge, and there were a ton of costumes and items from the show on display.  It was a blast.

What does this have to do with you, my readers….especially the ones here in Singapore?

Wicked opens in Singapore in just a few short weeks on December 6th at the Marina Bay Sands and is playing through the end of February.

I am practically vibrating in my seat with excitement, as Ravi and I have tickets for the end of January.  We sprung for really good seats as a Christmas present for each other.  It likely won’t be our first child-free date, but it is the first that we’ve planned in advance. We are super excited.

If you are into musical theater, even if you’re not familiar with Wicked, you need to buy your tickets NOW.

If you need an early Wicked fix, though, right now you can see Glinda’s costume from the opening number of the first act and Elphaba’s second act costume on display in the windows at Robinson’s Department Store at the Marina Bay Sands “Shoppes”.

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