Donut Deprived

One of the things I’ve missed the most during this awful social distancing has been baked goods. Of course, I’ve made my own brownies, cinnamon rolls and muffins here at home, but I miss going to Wegmans to buy bakery-made cakes and donuts.

When the entire Covid thing blew up in all of our faces back in March, I obtained a doctor’s note. Because of my age and my asthma it was deemed safer for me to work from home for the foreseeable future.

Seven months later I am still here. Since my employer has over 200 employees, my younger and healthier coworkers have been divided into A and B groups, and they’ve gone back to work first. They work alternating weeks. Group A works in the office one week while Group B works from home. Group B works in the office the next week while Group A works from home. I’m in Group C. I’m strictly working from home every week for now, anyway.

In addition to avoiding the office, I’ve also avoided most other places where people and germs congregate. I’ve been taking advantage of the Instacart app, and people who work as shoppers do my grocery shopping for me. I then drive over to a designated pick up area where someone loads my car. It costs more, but it’s been kind-of nice.

While the shoppers have done a great job, there are lots of things that just aren’t the same. When I have a hankering for fresh cookies, I want the fancy, fresh baked ones that I package up in a bakery bag or box myself, not the ones that were packaged up who knows how long ago in a plastic container. When I want cake or pie, I like to pick out my own. I am fussy. I get the prettiest frosting or the best-looking one. The same goes for donuts. I was really missing donuts.

I never get quite what I want when someone else makes the choice for me. While I know I don’t NEED baked goodies, it’s nice to have them every so often.

After seven months of being pretty much housebound, I finally got out for a day trip on Friday. Wegmans is considered a higher end store. They started in Rochester, NY, but they now have several locations around the country. The stores have everything, including pizza, subs, a hot food area, a sit down cafe, and fancy restrooms. Their employees are meticulously cleaning everywhere. I felt safe going there. We stopped at two Wegmans’ locations while we were out, both for food and potty stops.

I finally got my fresh donuts, and the funny thing was they didn’t taste as good as I’d hoped they would. I was disappointed. Maybe it’s just been too long. Maybe I just had set my expectations too high. Maybe I had other things to think about.

Maybe seven months of sitting home has broken me of my donut 🍩 addiction. Maybe it was having to wear a mask while I walked through the store. With the asthma, I found it a bit difficult to breathe.

Maybe donuts just aren’t as necessary as I thought they were. How tragic.

Animals Taking Over

My apologies to the original photographer. If you see this, please let me know, and I will add a photo credit. The photo was all over Facebook. I hope you don’t mind me using it here.

My husband found this on Facebook. As I exit the expressway into downtown every morning (when I used to drive in to work), I pass under a huge sign over Clinton Avenue welcoming drivers into downtown Rochester (NY). It’s usually a roadway FULL of cars. This picture was taken the other night of two female deer running up this empty stretch of road. My (empty) office building is on the left, its rooftop lit up in green. Other than sparrows, pigeons and an occasional squirrel, we don’t usually see wildlife downtown. The animals are taking over what we have abandoned.


Things are getting to me today. My hubby listened to me rant. I thought I’d share some of my thoughts and frustrations here.

Like everyone else, I’m stuck at home. I have been here since March 16. I have asthma, and I’m 61. My doctor wrote a letter recommending I stay home because of my “co-morbidities”. My employer sent most everyone home to work remotely not long after that. Sadly, they laid off some others.

I’m glad I still have a job. I do miss my nice desk and its great setup. I am thankful that I am slammed with work, whether I’m at work in my nice office building or sitting in my pjs in my dining room. I am working daily from 8:30 to 5:00 using a tiny Chromebook with a 6” x 10” screen. I’m going to need a new glasses prescription when this is over!

I miss my coworkers. I miss the camaraderie with people of a like mind. Communication by text and email is difficult. Not being able to see someone’s face or hear the inflections in their voice leads to misassumptions and confusion. I also want to water my plants! I have several on my desk. I had our mailroom staff take care of them last week, but I hate to impose on them.

I am grateful for full tummies and enough cash to buy what we need. I miss being able to freely go to the store and buy my own stuff off of full shelves. I’m grateful for Instacart shoppers, but I miss making my own choices and deciding on my own replacements. I hate either waiting to pick things up or meeting a stranger at my front door to collect my deliveries while staying six feet apart. Everything ordered on line also costs more.

I am lucky to have the distraction of music and a flexible and helpful teacher. I do miss going to my guitar teacher’s house for my lesson where I can see and hear her while I play my bass and sing. We’ve been doing lessons on FaceTime. It’s been interesting. I’m now a vocal student, too, and I feel silly doing some of the vocal exercises where my family can overhear me. There is often a delay interacting electronically. When we play music together, the sound often cuts out, and I have to guess where we are in the song. I miss the feedback and the joy I get in playing together in person.

I wish I could keep all of us here safe and isolated. My 62 year old hubby broke his elbow at the end of February and was on worker’s compensation for a month. When the pandemic began, he was still here at home. I wasn’t as afraid with him here with me everyday. As a truck driver, he is an essential worker and much in demand. His employer couldn’t wait for him to return from disability leave. He got a verbal release from his doctor, and he jumped right back in two weeks ago, and within days he was sent right into New York City with deliveries.

My 29 year old son is also an essential worker. He works at a metal fabrication shop, and among other things, they finish parts for medical equipment. He is a type 1 diabetic, and he has gone out to work every day into this scary world we’re living in.

I’m grateful we’ve been healthy. Hubby came down with a cold his first week back at work, and he called our doctor. He wasn’t running a fever so they didn’t think he had the virus. He came home briefly today for just a few minutes. I hadn’t seen him since March 29th. He stayed out because he was needed, and because he didn’t want to give me his cold. I hate these times when all I want is for my husband to be able to be here and hold me without fear of getting me sick.

I’m a homebody, and I’m scared I’m going to be so used to being HERE that the first time out for a whole day is going to be just as traumatic as the first day of school all over again.

I stopped checking the statistics and reading the sad news stories several weeks ago. I couldn’t handle it. As an upstate New York State resident with a trucker husband who makes regular deliveries downstate in New York City, it was just too much. We’ve been lucky and fortunate, and I’m grateful.

Yes, things are getting to me as I suspect they are to everyone else, and I’m sorry for the long-winded, whiny rant. Please God, keep everyone safe and get us through this.