OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
My baby turned thirteen today (she was born on the 29th, but it’s not a leap year, so we have been celebrating today). She still looks and acts like a kitten. And I can still remember the day when she came to live here: Michela Glinka (13).
Lovely friends came to lunch today. We haven’t seen one another since before the lockdown and it was amazing to catch up. They also somehow managed to stay healthy all this time, but like everyone else have battled with the world turning upside down on us, especially in the arts.
Late in the afternoon, The Cats and I settled next to the pool to enjoy the lingering warmth of the day and to read one of Elsa Winckler’s novels. My reading has been quite heavy in the last few days and I wanted a book that would make me relax and smile. The Whisperer is perfect. And the moment I turned to romance, the Frog Prince showed up again. I thought my Cape River Frogs have abandoned me, but at least one is still hanging around after all.
In the fictional world, I was really, really disappointed in the Survivor finale. In the real world of surviving, I am glad we have moved to Level One. Nothing changes for me personally, but a few economy sectors have a greater chance to recover now. And if we just keep one another as safe as we possibly can, perhaps we can make this work, somehow. Perhaps. A third wave is not something that I am looking forward to, but it is probably coming …
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”