OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
No milk. I usually don’t mind my coffee black, but I prefer it with a dash of milk, especially in the morning. A bit hungover and exhausted after a doughnut night, I dragged my limbs to the nearest grocery shop and bought milk and cat food. Walking to the shop woke me up and aired my brain. I returned to bed with my huge mug full of milky coffee and read Bosch until it was time for the Alma Café Traders’ Market. Do yourself a favour and have a look at LUKE’S LARDER. The website is new and simply wonderful. And all the food is pure deliciousness. I brought home a few things from the market’s larder, fresh rye bread, vanilla marshmallows and a lemon-meringue pie. I have been eating well all day long …
The rest of Saturday was work, mostly updating the Karavan Press website with author and book details and manuscript work. I washed the dirty kitchen floor and cleaned the guest bathroom before preparing a light early supper for my love and visiting his Furry One while he went back to work. In the evening, I had a loooong Skype chat with Mom and Krystian.
After the magical performance of The Outlaw Muckridge last night, I thought a lot about the theatre today. It is an art form that I grasp as a writer, but the performance aspect of it remains a creative mystery that will forever fascinate me. I can imagine writing another play, but I know that I could never go on stage and act in one. Even the idea of it is completely beyond my capability. But I can never get enough of watching it done, especially when it is done so extremely well.
I will go and see The Outlaw Muckridge again.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”