OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Someone sent me a parcel, but by the time the post office slip reached my postbox, the parcel had been sent back to the sender and I have no idea what was in it or who sent it in the first place. Ah ja. In order to investigate, I have to fill in a form that looks so intimidating that I am not sure my curiosity is strong enough to initiate the process.
After the disappointing stop at the post office, the day did get better. I visited a woman who has been an inspiration for many, many years. Seeing her always makes me want to do better, keep on pursuing my dreams. She made nice strong coffee for us and served delicious muffins with butter with it and we spoke about the madness of the past year and about birds and books. I hope to see her again soon.
On my way home, I stopped at Cavendish and got myself new slippers for the colder season. I now have very happy feet.
The afternoon was supposed to be more work than tennis, but I did not get the balance entirely right.
My love cooked a delicious dinner for us and we watched soccer in the evening. The team we were cheering for won.
Driving home, I listened to music on the radio and was flooded by memories. It is amazing how music can do that, transport you in time and space within a split second. When the memories are good, it’s wonderful to travel like that. But when they are not, thank goodness you can get off the bus by switching to another station.
They shouldn’t be, but my cheeks are sore.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”