One evening, after several glasses of wine and feeling it, I
went to pee. I pulled my pants down like
they were sweatpants. When I was pulling
them back up, I realized I had on jeans, not sweatpants. I had to laugh at myself. But what is really amazing was that my pants
were able to go down and up without unzipping or unbuttoning them. It means I’ve kept off the seven pounds it
took so long to lose. I’ve got more to
try to lose, but just not gaining those pounds back is an accomplishment.
The other night, I went to my 24-hour Arab bodega. The man behind the
counter is my favorite of
all the people who work there. He asked,
“Where’s your mask?” I said I didn’t
have one, and I held my scarf across my face.
He reached down under the counter and offered me a mask. It was a gift, not a sale. I put it on but not as well as it needs to be
on, so he reached over with his gloved hands and arranged it for me. He’s young and married; this is not
flirting. He’s a warm, loving, sensitive,
decent person, and it felt so good. In
terms of kindness, I was melting.
My friend Judy texted me that the Department of Education has
extended their free meals to adults (whether they have children in school or
not). Monday through Friday 11:30 to
1:30, we can get three free meals to go.
I checked the Dept. of Ed. website, and there are several schools near
me doing it. Guess where I’ll be on
Monday. My friend Jaye emailed me about
Chefs for America. They are also giving
free meals. I have to check their
schedule again. There’s one of their locations
in my area. I have to check that out.
I miss everyone. My
best friend and I speak on the phone, but I’m not
much of a phone person. The last time we saw each other in person was
for less than five minutes in front of my building. Before that, we met on Mosholu Parkway and
sat at opposite ends of a bench to talk.
When I went to meet him and entered the park area, several men
on two
benches greeted me by offering me to share their blunt. I had no interest in sharing germs, so they
may have assumed I disapproved of smoking weed.
One said, “It’s natural.” I loved
the smell and turned to him and said, “It’s beautiful.” He thanked me for saying that. LOL I
overheard one saying that some woman had told them they were ruining the
quality of life. They were not near any
children or playground. They were not
harassing people or littering. They were
four grown men sharing a blunt. I don’t
think smoking in a park is ruining the quality of life. I think letting people die from COVID-19 and
getting angry at governors for asking for help is ruining the quality of life
and the chance of living.
Please consider virtually attending this event of a variety of talent where I am included:
The producers of A Sketch of New York are trying to help us performers out during this time. It’s Wednesday,
April 8th, 6-7pm livestream.
Thank you.
Much love to CGG-M ❤
