The Town Shop, a Broadway emporium that sells fine lingerie, announced it will be closed, except for “bra emergencies.” I have not yet interpreted this.<\/p>\n
A long walk yesterday down Broadway — see above, re Town Shop. Not many pedestrians, not too many masks, either. Everything except for food stores is closed. It feels like some sort of all-encompassing holiday, all those days rolled into one — Easter, Christmas Day, New Year’s and Yom Kippur. Except there is today, too, and tomorrow.<\/p>\n
I’ve heard from a couple of socially distanced friends who’ve told me they’re cleaning their kitchens and bathrooms, re-organizing their closets, throwing things out and other domesticities. I am a lousy, i.e., lazy housekeeper but their plague enthusiasm inspired me. I cleaned one shelf in my fridge. I’d planned to clean another today but don’t think I’ll get to it. Maybe tomorrow.<\/p>\n
I’m feeling an interest in buying several 50’s style little white women’s gloves at Century 21. Maybe I’ll do that, tomorrow. I could wash them regularly in my sink, couldn’t I?<\/p>\n
My sister and her daughter are both doctors and are working in hospitals without full hazmat suits. I’m worried about them and about my city, its strengths — three or four restaurants every block, now all closed; music and art, now closed; Broadway shows and clubs, now closed. Our crowded sidewalk culture, our towers. What will we be when this is over? The last moments of G\u00f6tterd\u00e4mmerung? <\/em>Shit, whatever happens should not make reference to Wagner.<\/p>\n Today when I got dressed, I put on a red cashmere sweater (from a local thrift shop, really inexpensive, almost as cheap as a t-shirt). Then I searched through my socks for a copacetic pair. I don’t have a sock drawer. I have a sock box. And all my socks are wildly patterned and brilliantly colored. But I couldn’t find socks with red, to go with the sweater. So the socks I’m wearing have big big polka dots in a variety of colors, two of which are orange and fuschia. I’m thinking the proximity of those two colors can read as sort of red. But why am I fussing? I’m also wearing long velvet pants that cover the socks. I’m the only person who knows the socks are not really coordinated with my sweater. Maybe I should have changed the sweater.<\/p>\n Now that Fairway no longer sells them, I have determined to find a temporary replacement for Happy Herbert’s wild rice snack crackers and oat bran pretzels. I’ve tried many different things — flavored crackers made of lentils. Bagel chips. Some cheese things with jalape\u00f1os. Sheets of seaweed. Nothing has worked, so I wandered among the snack shelves at Citarella and realized…popcorn! Before I lucked into Happy Herbert, I used to eat popcorn as a snack.<\/p>\n Just had some. It’ll do for now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Town Shop, a Broadway emporium that sells fine lingerie, announced it will be closed, except for “bra emergencies.” I have not yet interpreted this. A long walk yesterday down Broadway — see above, re Town Shop. Not many pedestrians, … Continue reading