OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I am still on leave – mostly – but not exactly having much rest with all the feline worries and no headspace to even read properly for pleasure, but for half an hour today, I really loved being back on the job, delivering The Skipper’s Daughter to her author, Nancy Richards. More than three decades in the making, the book tells the story of a truly remarkable woman, Nancy’s mother. At the age of sixteen, she went to sea with her father. The year was 1938 … Now, her tale in book form is ready for its maiden voyage. May it sail straight into readers’ hearts!
Today, her story makes me think of Wally Funk. Another amazing adventure.
I am all for advancing knowledge and horizons, but I would love it to happen simultaneously with the advancement of the rights and working conditions of Amazon warehouse employees.
Salieri is beginning to eat almost without help. She is obviously feeling better. But I feel like a helicopter cat mother, watching her every step with either overwhelming anxiety or relief, often at the same time. Her shaved tummy is turning a beautiful, healthy pink and I kiss it daily with gratitude.
Nearly six hundred people passed away because of Covid-19 in SA in the last twenty-four hours. I can’t wait for 27 August, the date of my second vaccine shot, needle and all. Two weeks later, my chances of getting through this nightmare disease, should it touch me, will become much, much higher. Mid-September, health-wise, I will be safer than I have been in the last sixteen months … Imagine!
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”