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Covid Journal Entry 14


April 4, 2020

Today’s image – Exploring social cohorts. So, on campus now there is a small village of us living together, the remnants of those in residence this year.  We are an international population: seven from the US, six from Vietnam, five from China,  four from Morocco, one from the DR and two dogs/three cats.  We share four large buildings where we live, take our meals, study and exercise, on a five-acre campus. The rest of the two hundred and sixty or seventy odd community members are sheltering in their homes; some of the teachers and administrators dropping by during the week to work in their offices.  We have had little or no contact with them so far.  Our chef and his crew of two come in by rotation to prepare and serve the daily meals, a maintenance duo tend to the essential tasks and repairs, the city services haul away trash and recycling, the postal service, UPS and FedEx still deliver mail and packages.  It’s Iowa and the governor has been holding out on a statewide lock down, as we live a voluntary version of it. She says she honors and trusts individual decision making. I am thinking about how the frantic parents of our remaining residential students are managing their worry. Worry about safety and worry about care, safe care.  In school we all learned about Maslow’s hierarchy of needs – biological and psychological needs at the base with safety and stability resting on them, nurturing and community needs placed upon those, then esteem which lays the stage for self-actualization.  I have read a counter to this hierarchy that bears some attention in times like these.  Social neuroscientist, Dr. Matthew Liberman contends that Maslow got the order of needs wrong.  He wrote, “Love and belonging might seem like a convenience that we can live without, but our biology is built to thirst for connection because it is built in our most basic survival needs.”  Humans need community to thrive.     Here, we seem foisted upon the horns of a dilemma – to prioritize safety for the individual at the expensed of an equal need for human connection which often brings family or extended family closer than six feet.  And in our case, who is family in this village?  Thus, the concept of social cohort begs for our attention because in this time of defining the lines of who we trust to help safeguard the dependent ones in a codependent group living in share space and circumstance, we must define terms and roles. A cohort is defined as a group of people who share common characteristics and/or experiences, another word for clan. And if we are clan kin by circumstance, then are we a social group that can interact familial as extended family would?  I have requested that we start a conversation around this idea and let the collective genius of our little village decide how we live together in this period of social isolation.  We can call it a citizens’ science project.  I’ll take notes.

Today’s idea – I talked with a long time and dear friend in Connecticut – also a teacher and an artist.  We compared notes about life in a private boarding school during the time of corona virus.  Of course, she is managing life with her family in the first ring of proximity beyond the global epicenter of the pandemic, while I rest in a more relaxed vigilance in the backwaters of the crisis. (for now, anyway).  Like us, everyone who could go home, did that, so theirs boarding population, like ours, is now made up of only the kids who did not have that option.  Unlike our situation, their cafeteria closed, and the remaining students do “take out,” with the residential faculty on their own for meals.  They’re greatest concern in the little town is with the New Yorkers who have arrived to escape the heat of things by moving into their vacation homes.  Without honoring a quarantine period, the locals feel vulnerable to exposure. I don’t think there is anything they can do about it if the mayor doesn’t speak to the concern.  Maybe that’s coming.  All in all, we agreed that we have both landed well in our circumstance for sheltering, being in the blessed and fortunate demographic of the times, so we sat with that gratitude for a minute together.  We also agreed how amazing the art and writing will be that comes out of this epic global experience.  She has already begun a class about it.  Is it called the modern apocalyptic renaissance? I’m kidding, Lisa.

Today’s observation – I got to take a bike ride today!  It was in the evening, it was still sunny but brisk, a tolerable 52°F. There were a few other cyclists and several walkers enjoying the evening along my seven-mile loop. The birdsong at that time of the day, rivals any community symphony or choir.  All the new migratory arrivals called in full vociferocity: red-winged blackbirds, grackles, robins and warblers competed for aerial audio space. The cardinals, who are year-round residents, have broken into their Spring repertoire. A lone bald eagle fished along the flooded forest of a river slough.  Cycling along the Mississippi, I not only noticed the continued rise in the river and its feeder streams or creeks, but also submerged marshes, wetlands and fields; and there is an impressive amount of equipment newly placed at strategic locations: mobile pumps with coils of big hoses, bucket loaders parked beside stacks of materials that will serve as temporary levies. The current health crisis headlines have not clouded the priorities of the water works managers of this big river.  Today the river is at 16.25’, a foot and a half above flood stage, in the moderate range.  By Friday it is expected to rise another foot and a half, still below major flood levels.  Last year, Davenport was underwater with unprecedented levels - at 22 ½ feet, more than 7 feet above flood level; it was called a century flood.  Residents and the municipalities are still rebuilding from it. With the soil saturation high and fields already underwater, this river city is not fooling around.  Maybe we are living the pandemic that followed the epic flood.  So what? Next year we prepare for the plague of locusts? I think that the locust will meet their match. Bayer, Dupont and BASF all have insecticide facilities in this river valley and could be counting on their arrival to boost a soggy bottom line.

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