OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
My brother and Mom went for a walk today and sent this photograph. Snow, a winter landscape – nearly impossible to imagine in this ranging, warm wind of Cape Town’s summer nights.
A morning of reading, an afternoon of work, an evening of being spoiled by my love – we swam, watched TV and he cooked dinner for me. Sunday.
Sandra Newman wrote: “Why dye your gray hair and pay for haircuts when all you have to do is nothing and you will eventually look like a powerful witch”.
The other day I looked at some photographs of loved ones and myself taken only two or three years ago, and we all looked as if we were at least a decade younger. I think the pandemic is making us age rapidly, and it’s not just the missing haircuts and visits to the beauty parlour. It’s all the stress. Well, I am embracing my inner “powerful witch” and simply going grey all the way, but only a few shades (fifty is overrated).
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”