OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
International Women’s Day used to be a big thing when I was growing up in Poland. My brother sent a message this morning and we had a Skype lunch with Mom. I want every day to be Human Rights Day, full of kindness and celebration for everyone, but this is not Utopia, and hey, I will take any opportunity to celebrate women in this unequal, tough world.
Monday. All the usual tasks. Just putting out the bin on time in the morning feels like winning. Not exactly a full day’s work, but I was at my computer at nine and got up after four to go and take one of my love’s cats for her monthly check-up to the vet. She is doing great. I call her Fat Cat nowadays because she managed to gain the weight that she was supposed and has been keeping it for months now. A happy cat-auntie here.
I will not watch the interview. I just keep muting the hashtags and hope that this too shall pass. All I can say is that I am glad I haven’t been born into a mafia, and I would not marry into one without expecting to witness them burying some bodies in the desert …
I wish those two young people that they find a way to be independent and happy, royally so.
Highlight of my day was watching Salieri’s Mould Buster high. She is so funny when she smells it. The other two Cats do not understand what the fuss is about, but she goes completely crazy.
Dinner with my love, some TV, early night.
I found three coins today, 80 cents in total. I am a rich woman, R100.80 in my wallet.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”