OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
So, there I was first thing in the morning: at nine (when they officially open on a Wednesday), in front of the Cape Town City Centre SARS office and then, soon after, the Bellville SARS office – all ready to make my contribution to the national efforts of financing the Covid-19 vaccines – but, it seems, the Tax Person does not want my money. I can’t file my tax return online and the SARS branches in Cape Town are closed – despite the fact that one of them has a statement on the door announcing that it “would re-open on 18 January 2021”. The official website has nothing about these closures … No one knows nothing.
Back to the tax drawing board. I am as lost as the government, it seems. BUT! I have an idea, or two. And I have until the 29th to figure this out.
With my tax tail between my little rat legs, I stopped at The Hoghouse to get some comfort food on my way home. Food for the soul.
Salieri kept me company during the coffee and pasteis de nata break.
The rest of the day was spent at my computer editing and watching social media sigh with gigantic relief as the Tangerine Troll left the White House. Thank all goddesses and she-devils of this world!
Glinka catssisting earlier in the day.
Three hundred days of lockdown. No end in sight.
In the evening, my love invited me to another delicious dinner at HARU. We decided to miss the inauguration’s live coverage and will watch highlights later tonight. One can relax that way, now that sanity and decency are moving into the White House. And I just love the idea of the first Second-Gentleman.
After the lovely tea at HARU, I am drinking a homemade margarita to celebrate this monumental day in the world’s history. We might have some positive, calm and sane news coming from the States now. No jaw-dropping scandals with every tweet the President makes. Cheers!
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”