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COVID, week 18 + staring down the school-year

COVID, week 18 + staring down the school-year

I’m glad I don’t get paid to keep track of COVID-related life where I live because for as much as it seems things have slowed down, it seems like just as quickly, things can change, and then they can change again.

Case in point: last week, I talked about how SCC’s original proposal that they submitted to the state on 7/4 was denied, but then it was resubmitted and approved just a few days later, on 7/7. I guess the major modification was that the new application forbade indoor gatherings (initially, it said something like 20-person indoor gatherings was permissible, which was a bit discordant with reality, given that our case numbers were rising. In other words, why in the world would you want to have 20 people who don’t live with you in your house right now?!). 

seenonmyrun with the girls sometime last week; thanks to G for noticing the sky’s pretty colors

Among other aspects, as I understand it, the 7/7 application stated that, for the first time since shelter-in-place began on 3/16, places like gyms, hair and nail salons, tattoo parlors, and the like would be allowed to open, beginning on Monday, 7/13. My family and I aren’t chomping at the bits to go patronize the aforementioned businesses, but I know many people are and want to keep all these (small, locally-owned) businesses afloat. That’s fair. Like I said last week, there seemed to me to be a disconnect between what our COVID numbers were doing — rising — and what our businesses and society were beginning to do — opening — so while I can’t and won’t claim a modicum of expertise on any of this, to me, it didn’t make sense to saunter back toward the good ol’ days.

Sure enough, on Monday at noon, Governor Newsom ordered statewide closures of all types of businesses, including the aforementioned, all bar/brewery/pub operations (indoors and out), and more because CA’s numbers are at their highest ever. So, in other words, here in SJ, a bunch of businesses opened for the first time in four months on Monday. And by today, Wednesday, they’re all closed again, indefinitely. No doubt the calculus behind the decision is multifaceted and warranted, but damn. (are you dizzy yet) 

my fantastic neighbors’ work (that I tried to post in last week’s entry)

We naturally can’t talk about business without also talking about (public) school. And of course, because I’m a parent to school-aged children, my mind’s been on school reopening in the next month; I say this knowing full well from the get-go that my family likely won’t be sending our children back to school for the foreseeable future. At our district’s town hall meeting last night, the superintendent revealed that the district, comprised of elementary and middle schools, is taking a phased-in approach to reopening, with 100% of students beginning the year with online learning. A possible hybrid, cohort structure for elementary schools won’t begin until late September, six weeks into the school year (sooner or later, depending on numbers), but regardless, families will be able to opt-in to 100% remote instruction if they choose. (This phased plan series is all subject to board approval, whose meeting is tonight, so I’m assuming that it passes. They’re also in the throes of figuring out a bazillion other details, like after-school rec and childcare programs, extracurriculars, daily free lunch dispersal, and literally probably a hundred more that aren’t occurring to me). 

Whew. It’s kinda wild how a public health emergency is simultaneously so personal and yet so global and how it’s not just a literal matter of life or death, though that obviously matters; I think what can be so paralyzing for so many of us is that the depths of the gray areas that our COVID-dominated lives are swimming in right now are effing brutal. The internet is awash with all types of color commentary about whether or how children should be returning to school this fall, with an inconceivable number of people basing their simple-as-pie reasoning on the claim that “it’s rare that kids get/die from COVID.” Cool, right? 

Everyone has numbers for everything to assert their expertise dominance (including good ol’ Betsy DV herself, the guardian angel of public education in this country … cough), and tons of families will be forced to choose between supporting their children’s at-home instruction for the foreseeable future or their career. Not and, or. And of course, our society being what it is, perhaps it’s no surprise here that women have been and will continue to bear the brunt of all of this, of being the career woman extraordinaire, mom of the year, and homeschool teacher of the century, despite balancing on a house of cards so precarious that a momentary exhalation will send the whole thing toppling, engulfed in flames so hot that no embers remain. 

There’s so much gray area here — despite the apparent million of armchair epidemiologists and public educator experts in the trenches of the internet — and damn. Families, I see you, feel you, and hear you. Families, with parents or caregivers whose employers will simply force them to figure it out between doing their jobs competently, mostly in the absence of childcare, and teaching their progeny everything that they would otherwise be getting from a vast support network at school, my heart goes out to you, and if I could hug you, I enthusiastically would. This is all maddening, scary, emotionally and psychologically whiplash-inducing, and so, so frustrating.     

Teachers, faculty, instructional aides, therapists of every ilk, support staff, the thousands of behinds-the-scenes people who make schools, colleges, and universities function day in and day out, I see you and feel you and hear you, too. This probably wasn’t what you had in mind in your five- (ten-, or twenty-) year plan for your career. 

Here I’d love to end with something more empowering and uplifting, a note on which I could end my weekly diatribe. All I can say is that we’re all in this together. If running has taught me absolutely nothing else, it’s that we must stay in the mile we’re in, and the only way out is through. All my love. 

through

On occupying time and settling mental unrest 

#Hope5kChallenge update: Hope’s Corner 5x5x5 fundraiser, which kicked off on July 5th, is off and running! Thank you for supporting this great cause. There are still 22 days left to donate, and as of press time, they’ve raised over $1,700 of their $5k goal. Let’s keep the momentum going!

not too late to donate

Cooking with friends from afar: My dearest friends from undergrad live all over the place, so it’s rare that we are all able to get together to see each other. We’ve made the most of the bad ongoing situation that is COVID, and we all (with some of our progeny in tow!) took an online cooking class together over the weekend. It was really fun, and I’ve been eating the leftovers all week long. If you’re looking for a way to connect with your friends who don’t live near you, check it out. It was during our cooking class that C cut both girls’ hair by a couple inches each, haha. (They look wonderful, but I was surprised!). 

Listening: By now it’s an old episode, but the Keeping Track episode on Aliphine after she won the Trials was a welcome ray of sunshine from the torrent of bad news right now. The most recent KT episode about the Saucony president, Anne Cavassa, is also fantastic and a must-listen. Ali’s chat recently with the KT hosts was also a great listen, especially when the four of them talked about the recent KT episode about racing, running, and representation as it relates to the past several years’ worth of running magazines’ covers. Code Switch’s deep dive into qualified immunity is also a must-listen this week.   

Reading: The kids and I are almost through One Crazy Summer and Resist (both so good!). In the past week, I started White Rage, and it is so good (and informative, enlightening, maddening, saddening, all the emotions). Parts are admittedly really challenging to get through, but it’s so important to know as much as we can. Know better, do better, teach better. Related: props to Erica for alerting me about the anti-racist daily, a quick and informative daily email. I highly suggest you subscribe, especially if you want to grow in your antiracism commitment but don’t necessarily have a ton of time to read a full-length book right now.  

Running: We’re in the throes of week two of 5k training for my youngest, and it’s mostly a good time. It’s pretty hilarious, TBH. We’re doing the same plan that we did for A, which is a free one from Girls on the Run, and so far, we’ve done five 25-minute runs and each one is right around 1.5 miles. It’s pretty interesting to watch how fast she has taken to the predictability of it (“it’s Monday, which means we run tonight!” for example), which is part of the reason why I started “training” both kids during SIP. With new restrictions because of rising COVID numbers, swimming for both girls is delayed indefinitely again, so I foresee a lot of running in our future. Not a bad thing.    

Fifteen weeks, six days until election day (but who’s counting).

Take care, keep reading, and be well and safe this week. Wear a mask. xo

my work here is done (post-beach on Monday)
COVID, week 17 + #Hope5kChallenge + the seeming incongruency of ‘risk reduction’ orders

COVID, week 17 + #Hope5kChallenge + the seeming incongruency of ‘risk reduction’ orders

Before jumping into my weekly diatribe about life in the age of COVID, before I forget, I want to share information that Isadora shared with me — about a great (and easy!) way to support a local, volunteer-run non-profit in Mountain View: Hope’s Corner. From July 5-August 5, Hope’s Corner is trying to raise $5k in its 5x5x5 challenge. It’s a virtual challenge where you donate $5 to the organization, complete a 5k event of your choice (run, hike, walk, swim [!!!], whatever you fancy), and then get 5 of your friends to also donate and participate: hence 5 [dollar donation]  x 5 [k activity] x 5 [friends you get to do the same], the #Hope5kChallenge. 

From Isadora: Hope’s Corner is a great cause (http://hopes-corner.org). If you’re not familiar with them, they’re a volunteer-run nonprofit that provides free nutritious hot meals every Wednesday and Saturday to homeless, low-income, and vulnerable folks at their location in downtown Mountain View. Everyone is welcome – no one is turned away. They also offer homeless individuals use of 2 onsite showers and laundry services, which are expected to restart soon. (They were paused due to COVID-19.)

With the effects of COVID-19 hitting folks with few resources especially hard, Hope’s Corner has more than doubled the number of meals it serves. (In May, they provided more than 2100 meals!) More and more, they’re seeing families and laid off workers coming to pick up meals. They’re also delivering meals to day workers and individuals living in RVs – right here in Mountain View. (Thank you!)

I donated and participated on Sunday, when A completed her last day of 5k training and the day before G began hers — more on that below — and I encourage all my readers everywhere to do the same 🙂  You can donate here: tinyurl.com/5x5x5forHope). 

In what has otherwise been a pretty frustrating week, between the increasing number of COVID cases everywhere, including here in California; the uncertainty surrounding the school-year (we’re barely a month out from the first day, but who’s counting?); and my amplifying utter disdain for #45 and his complete inability to do literally anything required of a sentient human being, let alone one who is a president, being able to participate in the virtual challenge to support Hope’s Corner was like a breath of fresh air. And hey, kickoff day coinciding exactly with the last day of A’s 10-week 5k training was a pleasant surprise! 

The July 4th holiday was Saturday, and I think this year is one of the only times in recent history where we’ve actually been in California, not Ohio, for this part of the summer, making being here kinda novel but also somewhat weird. In the absence of city-sponsored fireworks displays and other typical summertime activities that are still closed (Great America, many beaches were closed over the weekend, etc.), it sorta felt like any other weekend around here: mostly just hanging out (though, to be fair, we did get to watch Hamilton on Disney+, so that was exciting). It wasn’t particularly anything to write home about, but that’s also been more or less the same story for the past four months, so … consistency? 

Since last week, Dr. Cody issued new “risk reduction orders” that will allow for outdoor dining to resume in SCC, as well as larger in-person outdoor and indoor (!!) gatherings. (Weirdly, the state initially rejected the application on 7/4, but then suddenly they okayed it on 7/7. I don’t know the backstory here, but I find it very odd, at least at face value. What measurably, meaningfully changed in three days). Anyway, the new guidelines go into effect on 7/13, assuming that the state doesn’t come out with stricter rules between now and then, but what’s wild to me is that the “risk reduction orders” are being released while our case numbers are increasing from “very low” to “low,” in Dr. Cody’s words. Huh? 

I guess we’re past the point of sheltering in place indefinitely and are now trying to figure out how to “do life” as safely as possible, but it all seems to be pretty incongruent to me. (Don’t get me wrong: I don’t want to spend another 4+ months at home 24/7, with even outdoor places like parks and beaches closed, but it still blows my mind that so many people are willing to practically snap their fingers and return to their pre-COVID lifestyles without even as much as a hesitation). How? It makes me think of what I wrote last week: what’s it like to not care? I guess part of SCC’s ability to begin implementing new “risk reduction orders” is due to its testing capabilities and hospital capacities, but still, at face value, to hear that case numbers are rising and that life is beginning to open up again, in the same breath, is puzzling, to say the least. And, ya know, the suffocatingly large elephant in the room — figuring out the school opening side of the equation — remains to be seen … deep, cleansing breath. It’s like I can literally feel the cortisol levels rising. 

So. Here we are. Fortunately, my family and I remain healthy, and like most anyone else right now, we are continuing to take everything a day at a time. Both last week and this week, we went to the beach — last week, to Santa Cruz, and today, to Aptos — and both times, especially today, it was super easy to stay very, very far away from other people. I can’t tell you how nice it was to simply disconnect for three hours today and listen to the rumbling waves and to my kids’ high-pitched squeals and shrieks all afternoon. 

This summer is shaping up to be one to remember, for sure. It’s like the scales have tipped this year, in that last year, we were in the midwest for over six weeks of the summer, between Illinois and Ohio, and this year, we’re here at home, all day, every day, most every day, like some weird yin/yang got just balanced out or something. The girls and I have been talking a lot about topics related to anti-racism, Black Lives Matter, and social justice, and it has been illustrative to have these types of conversations with them. Kids ask such good questions, and no surprise here, I don’t know all the answers. We are all learning together. I know there are tons of reading lists out there right now, but if you want a couple suggestions from me, I’d encourage you to pick up Resist and One Crazy Summer. We’re reading both right now and really enjoy them, even G, who’s four.  

On occupying time and settling mental unrest 

Listening. My listening in the past week was more heavily weighted toward running than toward anti-racism; here, I can’t recommend the 7/1 Code Switch episode enough. It was fascinating and reminded me a lot of some books I read on similar subjects in the past couple years (Futureface comes to mind immediately). Otherwise, I just listened to the original episode from Keeping Track, back in October ‘19 (slowly making my way to the present), and I began listening to the Roches’ new SWAP podcast. I have so many more to listen to, still!  You?   

Reading. I’m just about done with White Fragility — I have 16 hours to read the final 33%! — and this is another one of those must-reads for everyone and one to which I imagine returning again in the future. Initially, I thought it was fairly redundant at first, probably because I had just read Me and White Supremacy. I know there has been some recent dissent, or criticisms, about White Fragility, so once I finish the book, I want to read some of the critiques to see for myself how (and why, and what are) people criticizing about the book’s points or the actual author, herself. Next up in the immediate queue is Such a Fun Age and White Rage. You?   

Running. Ten weeks of 5k training wrapped up for A on Sunday! Silly and obnoxious mom moment here, but I’m really proud of her. Part of why I wanted her to participate in 5k training (based on a public training program I pulled from Girls on the Run) was because I wanted her to have the actual fitness and physical activity component, of course, but I also wanted her to have the benefit of something consistent and regular to which she could look forward while most everything else in our lives is in flux. It was definitely a learning process, and I think more often than not, she enjoyed it, so I’m calling it a success. In any event, she helped G get bitten by the running bug, so on Monday, we kick-started her 10-week 5k training program with coach A and me in tow.  

Things that are physically or emotionally hard to do or manage, in no particular order. Deep cleaning. Children. Unmedicated vaginal childbirth. Speedwork. Attempting a marathon PR. Marriage, sometimes. Having GI issues mid-run with nary a toilet in sight. Friendships and relationships, sometimes. Getting mystery spots out of flooring. Surgeries. Being physically away or separated from family members and friends. Dicing vegetables with subpar, dull knives. Yours? 

Things that are not physically or emotionally hard to do or manage: covering your face in public!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   

Be safe, stay well, and continue to listen and learn. xo

PS: Sorry for the lack of pics; wordpress isn’t being cooperative, and it’s late, so I’ll post in IG what I would have posted throughout here this week. boohiss