Operation Oysterhood: Day Fifty-Nine

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.


(Disclaimer: written under the influence of white wine. I DO NOT drink white wine. I DO NOT like white wine. But: I wanted to cook something really nice for Sunday lunch – the choice was between a recipe with red wine and one with white wine. This was before the level three announcement for SA, so at level four, I just could not imagine pouring half a bottle of precious red wine into a chicken stew. So I chose the white wine recipe. But again, at level four, I could also not imagine pouring half a bottle of any alcohol down the drain, so after using some for cooking, I decided to drink the rest of the white. And once again, I remember why I DO NOT like white wine. Sorry! So, please, blame my rambling on the wine. The lunch was delicious, though.)

Sunday: a lazy morning in bedroom bed with Salieri after a night spent on the TV bed with Glinka, surfacing and going under several times until, finally, five a.m. arrived and relieved me of the torture. Glinka followed me for her morning cuddle when I went to the bathroom. She loves accompanying me in the mornings, and often supervises my morning teeth brushing, hair combing, etc. She is the only Furry One who allows me to hold her like a baby.

This morning’s reading was fun. As was Wild Earth live safari. Salieri wasn’t too impressed with the leopard cleaning himself and just lying there, feline gorgeousness and all. (I was! But don’t tell her.)


We absolutely loved the Kalahari feed, with Dylan and the meerkats. A wonderful addition to the live safari experience.

Then, the human of the family had to brave the scary outside world again and do some shopping. It was manageable, but the pandemic scatter-brain is a thing. This time, I forgot the shopping list and shopped from memory – got everything apart from one item. Not bad, but that was before the white wine…

We cooked, we rested, we walked (in the garden), we spoke to Mom on Skype and wrote to a few lovely people. Then it was time to watch The Address.


I have never ever been interested in smoking. Haven’t even tried it once. But now, NOW the cigarette ban is beginning to intrigue me. Apart from two big conspiracy theories of the distant past (not SA-related), I am not really into them, so I still want to find a real, reasonable explanation for the ban. Research will be done. (And I can’t believe that I am actually thinking about this – I have a few dear friends who smoke and I always have ashtrays ready for them when they visit, but in general I am not a fan of smoking, yet I am fascinated by the continued ban.)

The walking at level three will be lovely. I gave up on walking outside my garden after last Monday’s excursion. I might walk in the rain tomorrow though, as I suspect the streets will be empty.

Otherwise, not much will change for me. Cape Town is not only a Covid-19 hotspot, it is a Covid-19 megahotspot and I understand what the President meant when he said that a lot will depend on us when we move to level three. One’s own safety and the safety of others will become even more difficult to maintain. When so much depends on individual responsibility, we better pull up our sleeves and do our bit.

Oh, but the road ahead looks rough! I am exhausted just thinking about it.

There is one more thing that I need to note tonight – the most important one for the day perhaps: I am so glad that I live in a country that has someone like Cyril Ramaphosa as President at a time like this. I spent a few years in the UK and in the US during my migratory days and have many fond memories of those times and places, but right now, judging solely on the attitude of their leaders during the pandemic, I would not want to be in either of those countries.

I know that once we get to the details of how to survive a pandemic, everything becomes muddled, but many countries fail that part of the plan too. No one has this really figured out. However, when it comes to an overall vision and the President’s official stance, not many countries have coped better than SA since the outbreak of Covid-19. The implementation of that vision is nowhere near acceptable, but at least there is a vision. For the rest, that is where individual responsibility can achieve wonders, as so many South Africans have proven over and over again under the most dire circumstances. We need to tap into those creative, positive, inspiring energies, be the best that we can be as individuals. Right now, our lives and the lives of our loved ones depend on it.

Be kind to yourself. Be kind to others. Stay at home.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”


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