OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I was working in my garden this afternoon during loadshedding (thank goodness, Eskom is not responsible for the sun) and out of the blue started planning a dinner party for friends. I was thinking who to invite and what to cook and how to seat the people for best conversations, and only after about ten minutes of these wonderful musings, I realised: PANDEMIC. I actually managed to forget for ten blissful minutes that we were still in lockdown and the dinner party I was cooking up in my head was not going to happen any day soon … But it was so nice to think about it!
They saw the suitcase, so I did not have to spell it out to them, but I did tell The Cats that I was going away with my love for a while. The loveliest of Friends is moving in tomorrow to take care of them, so they will have the best possible care, but they have not been impressed with the packing and preparations. Unfortunately, I did not manage to complete my last project yet, so I will be travelling and finishing my work, but the trip was not necessarily intended to be part of the planned Big Rest, so it’s fine. The trip is going to be a proper adventure, restful only for the soul, not necessarily for the body. The Big Rest is going to be all-round laziness, squared.
My love and I had a quick, delicious dinner at HARU tonight, so that we would not have to worry about cooking and washing up. It is always great to go there.
Time for bed. One more sleep and: ROAD TRIP!
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”