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Covid19 Journal Entry 10


March 31, 2020

Today’s observation – the humor in these times is dark and getting darker because gallows humor is what is in the mirror. Yesterday in a group text exchange with my sons and distant partner, I shared a fun little video of my Westie wrestling a treat filled toy while sappily singing, “what do you do with a bored little terrier…” The reply came in quickly – “All dogs in the shelters have been adopted, people are going crazy.” And that begged the next comment – “Back up food supply.” Then – “Yeah, it’s a Bark-up supply line.” On the insight side, there is a meme circulating that shows how things have changed in only a century (since the last major pandemic): 1920 – Alcohol and cannabis are illegal.  2020 – Liquor stores and cannabis dispensaries are an essential business during a national health crisis. And then there is this one floating around: “Ran out of toilet paper and now using lettuce leaves. Today just the tip of the iceberg, tomorrow romaines to be seen.” And this classic exchange:  (After a few weeks of isolation) “Where’s your husband?” “In the garden” “I didn’t see him” “You need to dig deeper, luv.”

Today’s idea – Resilience, we are gonna need as much of it as toilet paper.  I have been thinking about this since my faculty Zoom meeting today. Colleagues were hashing over the minutia of our transition from physical face to face teaching to our virtual classrooms.  Look, I recognize the importance and the desire to create an excellent replacement experience.  And I appreciate the hell out of our wise administrators who pepper the conversation with reminders to be flexible.  I just hope those who are focused on precise execution of this new way of teaching (for many of us), and who are seeking the green light for high student performance expectations (even in the face of this tablecloth shake out we are in), will remember to also model another important character trait and coping skill: resilience. Out of our prescient summer reading selection – Onward by Elena Aguilar, is a fitting definition, “Simply put, resilience is how we weather the storms in our lives and rebound after something difficulty.” Here it is! Our central lesson, our essential theme now – the BIG IDEA to promote.  RESILIENCE!  (keep the caps lock on that word) Meanwhile, in its timely fashion, nature holds up its mirror.  The big MUDDY MISSISSIPPI rises with its Spring pulse and last year, it was monumental. There are wetlands and marshes and river towns and railroad tracks and roads and farming fields that all stand ready for another deep soaking, even in this time of pandemic.  There is little choice, I see, but to focus on our adaptive behaviors – SINK or SWIM.

Today’s image – We are approaching our first month of managing the Homefront with this pandemic – tempering our routines and then moving to more restrictive lifestyles, and we are already growing restless and stressed out.  When will it be over?  Imagine how things will look/feel in another month, going into May and June.  Especially as the virus infiltrates the heartrending and most vulnerable populations: jails, prisons, homeless shelters, nursing homes.  Today the death toll in the US was close to 3500 as computer models show that we could reach the apex around mid-April with a death toll of up to 100,000.  Fauci says, 200,000.  And still there will be casualties that are the fallout of a gutted medical system fully under siege already.  All I can think is, HOLD ON!  THIS IS WHAT EPIC REALLY LOOKS LIKE!

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