Nice sunset off my back porch last night:
Shortly afterwards, at 8:00, about 15 of my neighbors gathered in the dark street for some distance-socializing. We couldn’t really see each other, but still it was fun. We’re doing it again tonight, but earlier. Here are Guy and Janie emerging from their house:
Also last night, my housemate Elana did a magnificent imaginary bug:
It’s been troubling to see the Covid-19 numbers climbing exponentially, especially in New York. Today’s graph says it all:
The current U.S. administration’s present threat to end the social distancing requirements soon are so terrifyingly misguided and dangerous.
At 7:15 this morning I packed up all my grocery-shopping stuff—list, surgical gloves, cloth bags—and headed to Andronico’s for their twice-weekly senior hour. Immediately I lost my list so I wandered lonely as a cloud through the aisles trying to jog my ever-worsening memory, with little luck. Pretty hard to buy food when so many shelves are bare. No bread to speak of:
Despite official advisories suggesting people don’t wear masks unless they’re sick or caring for the sick, about a tenth of the people there were thus garbed, with a couple of the masks almost full-face deals with a pair of air filtering tube-things sticking out either side, like a full-on gas mask. As seems generally true these days, most people almost militantly guarded their personal space, staring daggers at me if I got within 20 feet while passing. But there were the usual few who paid distance no heed.
At the check stand, after I’d paid, I found my pesky list. Undaunted, I decided to proceed to Safeway for the rest of my necessities, and some I’d promised to pick up for Elana. As I approached I saw a long line, snaking from the entrance along the side of the long building and around the corner, of people trying to get in. No more food purchases for me today. This is a bit scary.
I cannot believe I have just written not one, nor two, but three paragraphs about my bloody grocery shopping adventure. This is more than a bit scary.
Lovely sunset. Neato that the neighbor-distance-socialization materialized.
Something I learned about bread on my last grocery visit: while normal bread was indeed all sold out here too, they did still have some gluten-free bread in the frozen section. Granted, then you’ll be eating gluten-free bread, but it’s better than no bread, perhaps.
Wuv to you.
I feel ya sistah!
♥ï¸V
We’ve got pumpernickel available here.