Journal Day 18: Life in my little corner of NYC in the age of the Coronavirus, Wednesday, April 8, 2020
I didn’t do much for the first night of Passover, except call a bunch of people to wish them — well, not exactly a “happy” holiday, but a holiday. I may do a Zoom seder tomorrow.
It was another beautiful spring day:
I spotted a rare Fresh Direct truck out in the wild:
I tried to set up an account on the “My Social Security” site but ran into a snag. Three long phone calls to tech support later, and the site locked me out completely for 24 hours. I’m glad that people were there (or, hopefully, working remotely safely at home) answering calls, but dealing with bureaucracy is just as frustrating now as it was in the old days.
This morning, Cuomo said that we are bending the curve, but the number of deaths in the state was the highest for a single day so far. He talked about how the “poorest people pay the highest price” and how minorities are dying from the virus at a higher rate — although the discrepancy is much less in New York than in other parts of the country. He promised to increase testing and research in minority neighborhoods. He also said that all New Yorkers can vote absentee (by mail) in the June primary.
I had pasta and tuna for my non-Seder dinner. This is like the zillionth time I’ve made that since the shut-down began, but I enjoyed it more this time. Maybe my standards are slipping, as memories of great restaurant meals fade into the past? Or maybe it was adding a small amount of chopped Granny Smith apple. That was probably it. Other ingredients were carrots, onions, garlic, cheese, and salsa. If nothing else, my reluctance to go into a grocery store is making me more resourceful as far as cooking with what is on hand.
