For those of you following along with my highly exciting life, I ended last week’s column by saying that I couldn’t wait to see what treasures this week would bring.
Well, my loyal readers, or readers who don’t like me, or readers who mock me, I must be honest with you. When I wrote last week’s column, I already knew the treasure that was to come. It was quarantine. Yes, as I write this, I have been quarantining with Husband #1 for nine days, according to those doctors that say you count quarantine from the first day of exposure, or seven days, according to the doctors that say you count quarantine from the last day of exposure. Either way, I have been stuck in the house with Husband #1, and though I am very proud of myself that I haven’t hit him over the head with a heavy, non-traceable object, I have put on a considerable amount of weight because I haven’t been able to leave my house to walk and food is love and blah blah blah.
But first, and most important of all, I must tell you that, thank God, we both tested negative when we took our test seven days after the first exposure or five days after the last exposure. Negative. I was never so happy to see that word. I was always told I was so negative and it was a bad thing. Negative is beautiful thing! Negative means that I can leave my house again in three days. Which is 12 days from the first exposure and 10 days from the last exposure. This isn’t confusing at all…. You would think after months and months of this that we would have any idea about what was going on. Oh well.
Quarantine has been very interesting. I had posted on our block’s Whatsapp group informing them that I couldn’t leave the house and that I needed some groceries if anyone was going anywhere. I hated doing that. I hate asking for help. I like helping — but totally not the other way around. But I was so appreciative of the wonderful and kind neighbors who helped me. I even got some yummy homemade donuts and fresh potato kugel. Yes, I ate them all. Yes, I have a problem. Yes, it is going to be hard to fit through my front door when I finally can go out. But it is all good.
The other day, there was a Facebook post from Joel, the man who owns World of Goodies. Turns out, he recently opened a take out place called Heimish. I happen to love that name because doesn’t it remind you of the foods you would eat that really warmed your belly and were delicious? He had posted a picture of his $9.99 Sunday dinner special. The schnitzel looked like something Husband #1 would truly enjoy (see, even though I want to kill him, I also want to make sure that he is well fed). I posted a comment that it looked delicious, but that I was in quarantine and couldn’t go out to get it. Not so long story short, Joel was at my door minutes later with two absolutely delicious dinners. Husband #1 was so happy that he almost got off the couch from watching football to do a dance.
While talking with Joel from a safe distance (and masked) to thank him, I learned that he had always wanted to create a place that was a one-stop shop for all of your Shabbos needs. Between Heimish and World of Goodies, you are all covered! Heimish is open Sunday from 1 to 5, Wednesday 12 to 8, Thursday 10 to 10 (Son #3 knew about the “new place” in Teaneck that was open late on Thursdays…those yeshiva boys and their cholent — what is that about really?) and Friday 8 to 2. Yes, the food was so yummy that I wanted to include it in this column.
But notice that this column is titled “Quarantine part one”? That is because when you spend 10 days at home with your spouse of over 25 years, and you write about almost everything that happens in your life, the amount of material is practically endless. I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but I guess you will find out next week.
Please stay healthy, safe, and wear your masks!!!!
Banji Ganchrow of Teaneck has turned into the shape of her recliner. But she is very comfortable…