Day 92 (counting from March 3)

[Note: I count from March 3 because that's the date that the first case was discovered in Westchester County New York.]

So here we are, just over three months into this. And I finally started working on our home office. Mostly I have "before" pictures. Like these:
The overall "look"
 There's a table under there, under the farmer's market basket and the pile of mail.
Stuff on the table by the door
 I can't begin to tell you how long this "project" has been on the list of things to do. This office has looked like a bomb dropped for quite some time.

There are papers to be filed, like the pile of bills you see on the right below.

So I've learned that I can put off difficult projects for, oh, three months with no problem. At the beginning of the stay at home order, I assumed that I would have lots of energy for projects like this.
Boy, was I wrong! I barely have the energy for this project now!

Stay tuned! maybe by Day 100 I'll have finished this.

How are you doing?
One side of the desk








Day 65 (counting from March 3)



We looked at each other the other day and realized that we haven’t seen anyone but each other in 65 days (Zoom doesn’t count).

The days all mush together. It’s hard to remember to show up for Zoom meetings-Anne missed a board meeting, my friend Gaye missed a Committee on Preparation for Ministry meeting. We don’t know what day it is, what time it is, and the gloomy weather isn’t helping. At least the sun came out today.

Kali and Shiva in a hug
On the other hand, the cats make us laugh, so here are a few cat photos:
Shiva asleep
Kali on the cable box


Day 55


Radishes survived the frost
Anne examining the "tender greens"

Herbs from Hilltop Hanover
Yesterday we were able to work in the garden. I was so happy to just be out of the house! We removed the row covers that we put on last week when we had a frost warning. The radishes and greens look fine.

We planted all of the herbs that we bought at Hilltop Hanover Farm. After a couple of years of not belonging to a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) we belong to two: Hilltop Hanover and Fable We joined these two because they are CSA's that issue you a "card" and you can shop whenever you want and buy whatever you want. We are experimenting with this model--it allowed us to get organic herb starters for the garden that we didn't know we were going to have.

The plan was to travel this summer--Ha!--and not have a garden. "Man plans, God laughs" goes the old Yiddish saying and it apparently applies to women also. Once we realized that we would be around all summer it made sense to plan a garden. We can't get to White Flower Farm for our tomatoes this year and we might just give up on tomatoes anyway. The Old Farmer's Almanac is predicting another wet summer for this region.

We've had so much rain that I don't think I'll need to take advantage of the DripWorks irrigation system that I put in a few years ago.

So how's your "sheltering in place" going?

Day 49 (I think)

I’m counting from March 3, so I think that I’m up to day 49-28 days in March and 21 in April.

So now the routine is:
  • Up between 6:30 and 7ish
  • Shower
  • Yoga
  • Breakfast
  • Read the newspaper
  • Wait for Governor Cuomo and his update
  • Get depressed
  • Have lunch
  • Watch Fauda Season 3 (we’re up to episode of 7 out of 12)
  • Start cocktail hour (with fancy appetizers)
  • Make dinner
  • Watch something else—The Plot Against America was last night’s event.
Okay so we don’t get depressed every day, especially today—“only” 481 deaths, down from over 700 day after day.

Our lives aren’t all that different from the “before.” We are cooking more, shopping less and watching more TV. We’re walking the trails in our neighborhood and have discovered trails that we always meant to walk.

We (okay Anne) have seedlings growing under grow lights in the basement—dill, parsley, cilantro and thyme. We have radishes and greens growing under row covers as we await our last (we hope!) overnight freeze.

Our lives are different in that shopping has become an ordeal, we aren’t going to the movies, we aren’t eating out, we aren’t visiting with anyone and no one is visiting us. We are spending HOURS on Zoom (and getting tired of it), we both look very shaggy and our house isn’t as clean as it could be. We can't wait for Fresh Organic Salon Solutions to open again and we can’t wait for Jenny, our cleaning person, to be able to come back into our home.

So, how is everyone else doing?

Day who the hell knows?

Okay, it’s official—I am soooo over this.

And I’m not really even sure which part has me the most vexed. Is it missing physically being in  church? Is it how stressful grocery shopping has become? Is it how divided my brain is—when neighbors lost power I asked Anne if we could have them over to charge their phones, totally forgetting that we are in self-isolation.

I think the worst part is not being able to just leave the house and go somewhere else. Anywhere else. The library, Whole Foods, church, synagogue, the Jacob Burns, Lexington Square for lunch or dinner.

Passover and Easter were very strange. Of course we weren’t the only ones asking “Why is this night different from all other nights?” and laughing. The sunrise service was different, too—I attended in my pajamas, which was kind of nice, and stayed warm while I watched Chip and Tami looking cold.

My happiest moments have been outside, in the garden. Here I am filling one of our raised beds so that we can plant radishes and lettuce. And there’s Anne planting seeds.
Anne planting seeds

Me filling one of the beds



















How is everyone else doing?

Day 31: Masks

I’m counting from March 3, the day that the first person in New Rochelle was diagnosed, or at least when we were alerted in the news media that someone in New Rochelle had tested positive for CORVID-19. So it’s just 31 days.

And we’ve only been on a “stay at home” order for about 19 of those days. Only.

Tuesday we decided that it was time we each wore a mask when we were out grocery shopping. But what kind of mask, where to get one, how to make one?

We knew we were going to Seasons in Scarsdale early (like 7 AM early) to do some Passover shopping, so we needed masks ASAP.

I haven’t used my sewing machine in, oh, forty years (don’t ask why it has moved with me to every single place I’ve lived since college) and I didn’t think that this was the time to reintroduce myself to sewing. We found a YouTube video showing how to make a mask out of paper towels, aluminum foil and rubber bands—about our speed. It went well until we got to the part where you “just” take a hole puncher and punch holes (through aluminum foil, two layers of paper toweling and a sheet of paper). I wound up taking a barbeque skewer and practically lancing the damn thing.

They weren’t pretty, they weren’t comfortable, but hey, they were masks. And here’s mine.

The aluminum foil  helps to make a bridge for my nose and chin.

My mask-note the lovely red rubber bands

Okay, so they aren’t the most beautiful masks in the world, and it turns out that they probably aren’t even the best functioning masks in the world but we wore them.

And everyone at Seasons was wearing masks, too. The folks who work there. The other shoppers. All kinds of masks—surgical, home-made, and I think I even saw one or two of the health-care type masks, the N95 respirator masks.

I didn’t realize, until we got home, how this entire experience totally freaked me out. 

So it’s come to this—masks. Very quickly we realized that we were going to need real masks, and more than one for each of us. One to wear and one to wash.

Luckily some friends came to our rescue-Dawn dropped off two sterilized home-made masks this morning, and Joanne offered us two of the 100 she is currently sewing.

This is what it means to be alive during this pandemic. If you are over 70 and you need to go out, you need to wear a mask.

I never want to leave my house!

How’s everyone else doing?

Day 27

Okay, I’m done.

This is getting boring, monotonous and weird.

I don’t have the energy for all of the projects that I thought I would get done while we were on “lockdown.”

My computer is acting weird, too—shutting down for no reason, not opening Word.

I hope it doesn’t have a virus, ha ha.

I guess we’ve only been confined to the house for two weeks but it’s starting to feel like forever.

I hope when I look back on these days I can do so with a sense of compassion. I know that’s how I looked back on the days after 9/11.

Peace to everyone—hope you are all doing okay!