Day Five- We are now in the possession of 50# of flour. Sourdough will happen. I had been skunked three days in a row, after standing in line for an hour to get into 6 different shops. Finally a friend helped me get into a restaurant supply place where I was able to buy flour!
This last week has been crazy but it has been great to be able to help folks weather this storm with fresh sourdough bread, delicious hand-made gnocchi and ragu, the most beautiful pozole verde, and all the dessert goodies.
Yesterday I did a delivery run to the East Bay, so this week, I will plan a North Bay run. Maybe Monday is the day!
This was supposed to be opening weekend for 9 to 5, the Musical, out at the Lesher Center. I feel so sad that we didn't get to do the show... like so many of us who's shows have been cancelled. I miss my friends and colleagues.
Tonight, my downstairs neighbor, Jamye, came up with some fresh tortillas that she had made, and for one second I forgot that we can't hug each other. When the realization crashed back into my mind, I started to cry. Which spiraled into a little panic attack... I've been so good about only touching the folks that I live with... but I miss the easy physicality that our good theatre community enjoys. The automatic hugs, the arm around the shoulder while you discuss something, the leaning against each other, the gentle slap for something funny... all of it. It just feels so wrong to stay 6' away from everyone... feels unfriendly or something. And yet, we do it. And we are grateful that this action might spare someone from getting this virus, or passing it on. And we are grateful for the grocery store clerks and mail carriers and delivery folks and first responders and garbage collectors and plumbers and all the rest of the folks who are out there doing their jobs as normal, and yet NOT normal. I hope that one day in the not so distant future, I will get to go dance at Oasis, or sit in a darkened theatre and watch a frothy musical or run to hug a friend you meet accidentally on the street. That's the normal I am longing for and looking forward to.
In the meantime, we cook. And although this weekend was supposed to be singing and dancing and cracking wise, instead we will be for gearing up for the Monday deliveries... who's in? Right now it looks like we will have Ragu/Gnocchi and Pozole for sure! Let me know if you are in the North Bay and Monday late afternoon might be a good delivery day for you. That way I can sneak up to pick more nettle at my mom's, and wave to her through the window to keep her safe.