our daily bread


Yesterday was a Big Event here in the Land of the Evil Virus.

Banjo Man loves the sourdough bread from Panera’s and buys a loaf every Saturday, after his weekly trip to the dump.

Oh, how we’ve missed it!  Our local Panera Bread is closed, but I discovered that some of the stores around the state are open for online ordering and parking lot pick-up.  I put in an order (two loaves of sourdough, one focaccia and one ciabatta) for Saturday morning at 10:30.  It had been almost a month since we’ve had a loaf of Panera’s sourdough.

I will try to describe how exciting it was to leave the house, but you all have most likely experienced the same joy.

We showered.   We put on clean clothes.  I put on make-up, a necklace and earrings.  I even wore a bra.

Banjo Man shaved and looked quite spiffy.  We looked like we were going out to a special lunch…and sadly, of course, we never got out of the car.  But the thirty-minute ride was a thrill.  I pretended we were actually going somewhere nice, where we could eat lunch and then go buy stuff.

Once in the near-empty parking lot, I texted a code to Panera and within minutes a woman came across the lot with our bag of bread.  We rolled down the back window and she set it in the back seat.


We drove home slowly.  There was nothing much to look forward to now.  We talked about having bread and olive oil for lunch, but clearly the thrill was gone.

Remember the Narragansett sea wall I’ve blogged about?  A great place to walk and enjoy the ocean air?

Here it is now:


If you live nearby, you can walk on the sidewalk.  But no one can park.  I have very mixed feelings about this.  On one hand, it’s hard to “social distance” on a sidewalk when you pass each other, but people need fresh air and the comforting view of waves and ocean.  We need exercise.  Beach parking lots are all closed, so no one can walk on the beach unless they live nearby or have someone drop them off.

We keep hearing that in these next two weeks the infections will peak and Rhode Islanders will be experiencing our own version of hell.  I pray that everything we’ve done will “flatten the curve” and the rate of infection won’t be nearly as devastating as expected.

Are we–as a state–prepared?  I don’t know.  It depends on which politician or which radio station I listen to.  Testing finally began Friday.  A little late, in my opinion.  How can you have accurate infection numbers if you’re not testing?

Supposedly we will hit the “peak” on April 19.

Until then we will enjoy our bread and continue to have our groceries delivered and take walks around the driveway.

Stay safe.  Stay home.  This can’t last forever.


A long winter and an even longer Spring.


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2 Responses to our daily bread

  1. Tom F says:

    It sure t’aint much fun but at least you have the ocean to listen too. All we have here in Lincoln is the Indian statute in Pioneer Park.

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