OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
The three stages of weekend.
Even though he spent the entire morning in my bed, Harry got married to another woman at the end of Trunk Music, the latest Bosch novel I have completed. The binge reading continues. Escapism of the purest kind. My brain is incapable of any other reading for pleasure right now.
I needed to switch off today and did some household and garden work after the morning reading session. I also delivered some things to a woman in Hout Bay who is helping the victims of the recent fire. On the way to her, I was reminded of all the people who showed up on our doorstep when we were in the process of establishing our first home after leaving the refugee camp in Austria. They were mostly strangers who’d heard about the refugee family in the neighbourhood and brought us things that they no longer needed, but that were pure gold to us when we had nearly nothing. I will never forget that generosity, what it meant to our parents, to my brother and me.
In the afternoon, I had a lovely visitor – one of my dear friends came to have a drink with me on the stoep. It was amazing to see her again, to catch up in person and to enjoy the mild sun shining on us. All the Cats joined us for the occasion.
And in the evening, my love cooked another delicious roast chicken for me and all our Furry Ones. A happy, well-fed family.
Now, it’s time to watch the US Open women’s final!
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”