OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Glinka and the vet survived this morning’s visit to the clinic. I am still nursing my wounds. She was IMPOSSIBLE in the car, and WORSE at the vet’s, but we made it. She is now fully vaccinated for another year and the only totally healthy cat in the family. Mr Mozart’s blood test results showed the beginnings of a kidney issue, but we hope he will respond well to a different diet. We are getting older and frailer. And all my loved ones are officially on special diets. Me too: the pink bubbly diet (the only thing that helps).
The rest of the day was just an avalanche of work-related issues – the highlight was the delivery of author’s copies of Beat Routes to Justin. The poetry collection has been many years in the making, so it feels special to have it finally ready to face the world. I also had the privilege of reading Stephen Symons’s latest poems and am awed. We are so ready for the McGregor Poetry Festival!
I visited our printers today. Loadshedding is ridiculous to manage for such businesses. We might not get all the books printed according to schedule, but we have to be kind and patient under the circumstances – everyone is struggling.
This wasn’t exactly struggling, but I got myself takeaway breakfast this morning and had it in the car in my driveway, listening to the radio, during this morning’s power failure. It almost felt ordinary … In all this chaos, no wonder.
My love is going off on a short business trip tomorrow and we had dinner at HARU tonight. The small-big pleasures in life.
Did I mention I am tired?
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local. Get vaccinated, please.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”