OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I had a surreal encounter with an intruder – the bizarrest conversations with a stranger ever – in my home earlier today. We both knew why he was here, in my house, exploiting an unusual lapse in security awareness on my part (I left the front security gate and door open for a few minutes), but we both pretended otherwise and gently (!) talked ourselves out of the mad situation. He left, I stayed. No one was hurt. Nothing was taken. He did not have a weapon. When I asked him to, he even emptied his pockets to show me that he really hadn’t stolen anything, that he was in my kitchen only because ‘the door was open’. We were so polite with each other that he even told me his name.
I am crashing fast after the initial shock. My love is here. The door is closed, the alarm on. And I am thanking my lucky stars that this young man wasn’t older, bigger, stronger, more experienced, less scared, armed, on drugs or purely evil.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”