Time is going by in a different way these days. I am starting to miss little things intensely. I miss hanging out in the sun on the New Seasons’ roof; I miss walking up to Woodstock and being among people. I can recall the sinking feeling I got when Grand Central closed.
The first week or so of the Stay At Home order Grand Central remained open and I took comfort that some things were still normal. When they closed it felt like the neighborhood died a little. (I had to start making my own sourdough.) And then slowly, without me realizing it, all the coffee in the neighborhood disappeared. Even New Seasons has a sign that states that they are not serving coffee right now. How long ago was all this—two weeks? Three? A month?!
All is not lost. It looks like some previously closed shops are starting to reopen. The Ace hardware seems to have started selling nursery supplies; Pappacino has a sign up saying that they will re-open on May 1st. I think I even saw a line for Cloud City ice cream, though I could swear they had closed too.
Some die-hards never shut down at all. Bai Mint Thai is open for take-out; the grocery stores continue to serve (thank you under-paid workers); and the weed stores are still getting the neighbors high. My greatest delight is that the Portland Fish Market is still serving fish and chips. My husband and I went for take-out the other evening and sat in the car eating with the windows and doors open. It almost felt like dining on the street at a café. And, the food is great. One thing I cannot cook at home—deep fried anything!