OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A pandemic nightmare: feeling really awful, I felt my sore throat constricting and knew I had Covid-19. But, mercifully, my Mom was there. When I told her, she said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.’ I woke up sometime after three a.m. and had a very patchy night from then on.
But it was a good opportunity to catch up with the full text of the SONA and to read Siphokazi’s poem and watch Trevor Noah and eventually get up and make coffee.
“The artist contemplates whether to eat her own words to ease her hunger – and art starves.” (‘What does not sink’ by Siphokazi Jonas)
This artist drowned in admin today, and she wrote a million emails (or maybe just 999 944). At the end of the day, she put a lovely UCOOK dinner into the oven and washed all her tiled floors. Then her love arrived with a beautiful bottle of wine and they had dinner and leaned a bit on each other, as the week had been brutal to both of them, and then he went home and she continued sipping the beautiful wine in front of the TV.
Another working week behind us. Kind of. I will try to do some editing tomorrow morning. Or not.
Hey, my floors are shining! What else can one want?
“SHELLINESS is reclusiveness, or a fondness for staying at home.” (Another Haggard Hawks gem.)
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”