The weekday routine we’ve settled on is, drop kids to school and head out on adventures. Today, we returned to the MIA park to check out more Yayoi Kusama installations.

After meeting more cats than is legit, we headed out to Mshereib, downtown Doha, design district, name it. We’ve earmarked a couple of things for tomorrow but went today for breakfast at a lovely cafe called Era.

After downing a nice lemon cruffin, avocado toast and a flat white, we set out to FBQ Museum, which is a privately owned museum with the sheikh’s personal collection of Arab heritage, an entire (and gorgeous) Syrian house, carpets from around the world, a car collection and a ton of other things that someone with an interest in history is likely to hoard and showcase.

Not my wheelhouse, just purely from the angle that I know so little about them. But them cars were shiny and impressive and utterly beautiful. For some reason, sleek cars remind me of people doing yoga. Or ballet. Must be the lines. Just. Plain. Gorgeous.

After enjoying this incredibly cute looking WIP structure for a mosque, we returned home for lunch, quick rest and then off again to the mall. Now that all the museums are ticked off felt like a good time to hit the mall.

The day got me thinking about when beauty becomes a burden. I do this all the time: I want to be surrounded by it, it does my heart good. But sometimes, it just goes from beauty to hoarding to eccentric clutter. I wonder what work needs to go in for another massive change to happen in my own head. I am sure one request for change is coming.