OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Beauty in my wild garden.
I slept. That is much more than I can say about the previous night (a complete nightmare). A day of work (again), but a bit quieter, framed by morning and evening visits with my love’s recovering cat, who is feeling better and better and allows me to administer fishy-smelling medication without much fuss while my love is busy working. When I returned home this evening, I sat on my own stoep with Mozart on my lap and we watched (I) / experienced (Mozart, who can’t see) the day settle into the evening.
Traffic is beginning to feel ‘normal’. I was stuck in it twice yesterday and today. Strange after all this time of just driving from one end of Cape Town to another without a care in the world about delays …
A friend who is a regular at my literary salons (suspended since April) called today and we made a joint decision to resurrect the salon. It will be an afternoon garden event with masks and social distancing and whatever else needed by all those willing to attend. Let’s talk books and drink wine together again! The mere idea of it makes me smile.
And last night, the Baxter opened its doors to audiences (yay!!!) with the first preview of The Outlaw Muckridge (written by Louis Viljoen, performed by John Maytham, and directed by Alan Committie). I am attending the premier on Friday and can’t wait!
“A pure act of theatre,” John called the play in a CapeTalk interview with Pippa Hudson.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”