OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Weekend. A perfect one. Long mornings in bed with Cats, books and coffee; time relaxing with my love; only a little bit of work (intellectually and emotionally rewarding); and then, to top it all, my love and I hosted a socially distanced lunch for friends (all vaccinated). We were only six all together, but we opened the windows and doors, made a fire, and set two tables for us. We had space and food for twice as many guests, but we did not want to contribute to the beginning of the fourth wave. Ooooh, but it was nice to have a lunch party again! We made French onion soup and racks of lamb, my love took out a few special bottles from his collection, and friends brought more great wines and chocolates. There was laughter and the joy of reconnecting, not only via a screen. A true feast.
Afterwards, we cleaned up and did nothing for the rest of the day (at least I did nothing but watch TV). Tomorrow, we return to work and other responsibilities. Life is good. (And I am writing this while being fully conscious of the unbearable loss and pain and struggles we have had to endure.)
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local. Get vaccinated, please.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”