Not a Wasted Word

In December I set up a surprise visit with my husband’s best friend. We met up at a playground in the East Bay and the kids played while the adults talked. My husband has not seen one friend in person since the pandemic started and his mental health has taken a toll. He was so happy to see his friend, and was very thankful that I set up the visit.

During that visit my husband’s friend invited us out on his boat. Since being outside with masks on is something we are doing, we accepted the invitation. We went out this past Sunday and it was amazing.

The weather up here has been warm. REALLY warm. Unseasonably warm. Actually it’s been warm by any-time-of-year standards in SF. We usually get a heatwave like this in February, but not in January. So while it has been amazing to have temperatures in the 70s, it’s also terrifying to think what it portends for the future.

Clear, warm days on the bay are a rarity so we really lucked out. There was so little wind (very rare here) that we had to motor all of the way there and some of the way back. We did put up the sails for a little bit, but mostly we motored. My daughter has been going to sailing camp for two summers now and she really had a great time.

I got a lot of photos. I have to say, I love San Francisco a lot more when I’m a little ways away, marveling at the skyline.

I wrote a really bummer post earlier this week. I’ve been struggling with a level of anxiety I am not used to and I haven’t been managing it very well. Everything felt like way too much and I was collapsing under the weight of it.

But I’m not going to post that because we all have enough bummer stuff going on in our lives and in our minds and no one needs a dose of my unique brand of sadness.

All that to say I’m not doing great. But I can’t really point to anything specific in my life that is worse than it was before. We’re all living through the nightmare that is the current political situation. We’re all 10 months into this horrifying pandemic. We’re all managing our upturned lives with as much grace as we can manage (though it certainly seems some people’s lives are a lot less upturned).

And as is usually the case, I’m fairing all these hardships better that most. I really have no reason to be struggling any more than anyone else is.

Maybe I’m not – maybe we’re all having this hard a time. I wouldn’t be surprised.

I’ve abandoned any hope of the vaccine making things easier anytime soon. California is 43rd in distributing the vaccine per capita (this might surprise people but California has a long history of not taking advantage of it’s resources (we are still ranked 48th in spending per student in the country when our economy is the FIFTH LARGEST IN THE WORLD)). So yeah, California likes to think it’s the shit, but we fuck plenty of shit up and it looks like we’re fucking this up too. (We thought we were smarter than this virus and now we’re learning that is absolutely not the case).

It’s true that teachers are included in the next phase of vaccine distribution but so are people over 75, agricultural and food processing workers, grocery story employees and others, so basically a shit ton of people. I can’t imagine I’ll be getting the call anytime soon (I have no idea how or from whom I will get the call – I live in a different city and county than the district I teach in so maybe that will complicate things?) Even if I do get it relatively soon, no on in my family will be vaccinated so I could still give it to them.

I have read some articles that some teachers don’t want to return even if they have been vaccinated (because they could bring the virus home to their families). If that is the case, then I hope the state is identifying the districts whose unions are willing to go back, and only offering it to them, before they vaccinate any teachers. Teachers who are NOT going back to the classroom should NOT be vaccinated before others. The last thing this profession needs is a bunch of us getting vaccinated and then still refusing to return to the classroom, and I can totally see that happening because no one knows WHAT they are doing and I absolutely believe districts would take advantage of the line-jumping even if they knew their teachers wouldn’t go back.

I will obviously get vaccinated, but I honestly don’t think it will be offered to me before the summer. Our district is going back as soon as we’re in the red again (second highest covid-risk tier), but with way our numbers are right I doubt that will be any time before late March or early April. Maybe not until May. My kids will not be going back at all this year.

There really is no end in sight. I mean we know at this point things will look more normal, eventually, but it could be a really, really long time from now before they do. If kids can’t get vaccinated, and people who are vaccinated can pass the virus along to others, it will be a really, really long time before things look normal again.

It’s been 10 months of this and I have to admit, I am hitting the wall. Hard.

(And this is the post I put up in PLACE of the downer post.)

How are you doing these days? Do you think the vaccine is going to make things better any time soon?

Thank you for not ripping me apart in the comments. I’m sure many of you said nothing because you were so angry. I appreciate that. I recognize that I shouldn’t have put that out there, because every time someone talks about making a choice that is not in line with current health guidelines, they help other people make those same choices.

I know that is true because when I read Lag Liv’s post yesterday, I definitely thought, if they can do it, why can’t we?

I regret putting it out there. It feels important to say that. I know that damage has been done, but I wanted to apologize. Especially since at this point we don’t think we’re going to send them. It’s just too stressful. I haven’t told my parents yet. That part will be hard…

It’s New Years Eve. I keep forgetting that. We have nothing planned. We picked up fried chicken sandwiches on the way home from a socially distanced meet up at a playground with my husband’s friend. I set it up – it is the first time he has met up with a friend in person since this started. We’ll eat the fried chicken and watch Captain Marvel (my kids stalled out on the Marvel movie marathon at Infinity War, so this is probably the last one). We may let the kids stay up for the NY ball drop but probably not. I may have a drink tonight, and I’ll stay up until midnight, but only because I can’t sleep if I go to sleep earlier.

And that is our New Year’s. We don’t usually do much so it doesn’t feel that hard to not do much.

I hope you all have a happy and healthy start to the new year.

THIS POST HAS BEEN EDITED/UPDATED.

I guess I should have expected that last post to generate an intense comment section. In the moment I was just trying to write out the situation in an attempt to figure out how I felt. I was also hoping for some advice on how to manage the feelings as I knew others had already dealt with a situation that was relatively new to me. And I did get lots of good advice on that. Thank you for that.

It’s understandable that we all have a lot of feelings about other people’s actions right now, because other people’s action affect everyone, including us. Full stop. Most of us have never been a part of a public health movement where simple day-to-day actions can affect others in such negative ways. Many of us have never been in a situation where our personal choices are a matter of public health. This is new terrain for all of us and with the botched federal response and confusing, inconsistent public health messaging, it’s not surprising that our nation has not come together in combating this virus.

I am not trying to make explanations for anyone. I believe people should be making certain choices and I am dismayed, and sometimes angry, that they are not making them. But I am not a perfect adherent myself, and I didn’t write that post trying to paint myself as such. California currently has a stay-at-home order that I do not follow when I meet with my kids’ friends at the playground. I wasn’t following that same order when I met with my parents on their patio to open presents on Christmas Eve.

And if my kids spend this weekend at my parents’ house, inside and unmasked for 36 hours, we will not be following even the current CDC guidelines.

And this is where I’ve deleted the rest of this post, the parts that were previously published. I understand people are angry that I posted it at all, I just felt disingenuous not mentioning it again, since I already mentioned it earlier. My previous post was not meant to put me, or my choices, on a pedestal, and it felt like that is what happened, indirectly, in the comment section. It felt dishonest for me to not mention that I am not perfect in my choices either. That I am tired and sad and managing the expectations of others who should be more cautious that we are, but are not.

I’m not asking anyone to talk me out of it. I’m not asking you to tell me it’s okay. I’m not trying to convince people to make bad choices. I’m just trying to be honest. But maybe, in this circumstance, that was the wrong inclination. I know I was furious about the op-ed in the NYT days before Thanksgiving that listed all the direct and indirect contacts the family had, and the risks of them passing on the virus and then ending with, but we’re going to go anyway! I remember thinking that it was so hard to convince my parents to eat outside, at separate tables, and then they were going to read this and think it’s okay to eat inside! I recognize this is a form of that. Others might be teetering, trying to make the right choice, and I put something like this out there, suggesting that there are exceptions to the rules. But there aren’t. And I recognize that. It just felt so dishonest, since I had already mentioned the possible plan, to pretend like I had never mentioned it at all.

I still don’t know what we’re going to do. I outlined my reasoning for why we’re considering it below, in a response to a comment. Please feel free to excoriate me. That is only fair after the comment section on my last post. I will leave this post up for 24 hours so people can say what they need to say to me, then I will take it down.

And I’ll leave this thread link up, because it still feels important.

A 🧵 on COVID Living Room Spread:

Saturday:

– Older, out of the house brother wants to visit younger siblings.

Mom says "get a test on the way, if you are negative you can come."

– Rapid test is (-), family spends a day together inside, laughing, playing, eating.

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— Dara Kass, MD (@darakass) December 29, 2020

I mentioned in my last post that my cousin was getting together with her parents (both in their 70s) who flew in to visit them, and her brother and his wife, all inside without masks today. When I FTed them after I wrote that post, I mentioned to my aunt that I thought my parents were feeling lonely and sad today and she said, “well it wont’ last forever.” And it really rubbed me the wrong way, because if it won’t last forever, couldn’t she have waited to see her family? It would be SO MUCH SAFER for me to spend Christmas inside my parents’ house, which is a 30 minute drive away, than for them to spend it with their family after a two flights (and multiple hours in THREE airports). Why do they get to spend Christmas all together, and we don’t?

They aren’t stupid people. These are not conspiracy theorist who don’t believe the virus is real. They have been taking precautions and following health guidelines. My one cousin (the brother who spent the evening there with his wife) is an oncologist! Surely he understands the risks. Surely he knows they shouldn’t be visiting like that.

I have to admit, I can’t stop thinking about it and I’m not sure how to process it. I love this extended family, and I’m not angry at them, I just don’t know how to get over the fact that they are all together for Christmas and we are not. I understand it’s different people making different choices with the same information, but I can’t seem to reconcile it in a way that allows me to just let it go and move on with my life. Their actions don’t affect me except to remind me of what I don’t get to do and make me feel sadder for not doing it, and it feels like their choices shouldn’t matter so much to me. But for some reason, they do.

I am lucky that I don’t have to watch a lot of people who are close to me making such divergent choices and living life in a way that feels more normal. I’m lucky that I haven’t had to manage these feelings much, if at all. But now that I’m having them I’m not quite sure what to do with them. Do I tell myself they are making the wrong choices and hope they are all okay (which I absolutely hope for, I harbor no ill will)? I don’t see how I can admit their choices are acceptable and still be okay with my own choices because then I’d be abstaining from things that make me happy for no reason at all… How do I reconcile knowing that they are not ignorant fools (because they are not) with the choices they are making and simultaneously the choices my family is making?

I’m putting it out there because I thought maybe some of you have had more experience with this and might advice me on how to just let it go and get on with my life. I’m really at a loss and I don’t know to be sitting with these feelings (that I can’t even name yet) for the rest of the break.

I feel very lucky – as I did during Thanksgiving – that traveling to see extended family is not something we normally do during the holidays. We don’t have to feel sad about missing out on an entire place and an entire experience elsewhere that usually makes Christmas special. Having said that, this year’s Christmas looked very different from years past.

We usually have a hectic holidays. We spend Christmas Eve afternoon and evening with my parents, ending the night with a walk down this street with insane Christmas lights. Then we head home, try to get the kids asleep, only to go directly to my in-laws on Christmas morning. We’d stay there until 1pm and then drive to my parents’, stopping at our house only to drop off presents on the way. We’d spend the rest of Christmas day at my parents’ house, finally heading home after dinner with two totally overwhelmed kids.

This year is definitely different. We did spend yesterday with my parents, but we did so outside. They set up this little tree and we opened our presents on the patio.

We were lucky it was not only dry but relatively warm. On the way down we stopped at the nearby park/nature reserve and my husband and kids walked while I ran. After we opened presents and ate at my parents’ backyard, the kids and I spent an hour in their hot tub (which is more warm than hot). We tried to hit up the crazy Christmas lights street, but the line of cars to drive down it was way too long so we bailed (we usually walk the two blocks but I was worried it would be crowded, like it has been in the past). We were home by 6pm, so the kids showered and watched the original Grinch (plus my favorite Disney short – Pluto’s Christmas Tree), then they read a little bit and went to bed.

I had already wrapped all the presents (a first!) so all I had to do was put them under the tree. I also filled the kids’ stockings, which I had never done before (we all have stockings at each grandparents’ house, but we don’t have our own set so my in-laws let us borrow theirs). My husband and I don’t exchange presents so there was nothing in our stockings this year. My husband was worried the kids would wonder at our empty stockings, but as I suspected, they didn’t even notice.

(Have I mentioned that our lights can change from white to colors? I love them so much.)

We told the kids they couldn’t wake us up until 7:30am and luckily I don’t think my son was up too much before that. I woke up at 4am and had the wherewithal to get up and turn on the Christmas tree lights, which I wanted to be on when the kids saw the tree, but I didn’t want to leave on all night.

We opened our presents for a little bit, then the in-laws came over with cinnamon rolls and their presents. We handed off gifts for them and they handed off gifts for us and we said our Merry Christmases through the gate.

We FaceTimed with them while the kids opened their presents (we had to wait for them to get home first), and then called my husband’s sister in Texas and FTed with them too. I’ve also called my sister in London and my cousin in South Carolina (where her parents who flew in, and her brother who is a doctor, will all be spending the evening in the same house together… I must admit I’m a little jealous).

We told our kids that they didn’t have to go outside today and could instead play videogames for as long as they want. They mostly got clothes they needed anyway, some LEGOs, and video games, so letting them play and build is the only thing on the docket today).

I also have my own LEGO set to work on, and I’m very excited.

And that is our Christmas. I know my parents – my mom especially – were really sad not to see us today. At one point I went into my parents’ kitchen yesterday and saw their living room, where we usually spend the day, and I felt very sad that we wouldn’t be there on Christmas, so I understand how they feel. I’m glad they have each other and I hope they enjoy a more low key day.

I have to admit, I am enjoying a more low key day today. I wonder if we can tweak Christmas moving forward so it feels more relaxing. For now I’m just happy that my family is healthy and that my kids are happy.

I hope you and yours are happy and healthy today too.

Yesterday my principal texted us to tell us that a colleague’s husband had passed away unexpectedly. The colleague had surgery for a broken arm resulting from a car accident two weeks ago. She came home and an hour later her husband was dead. He was in his mid-50’s and in good health.

Last night I couldn’t fall asleep. I was terrified I wouldn’t wake up.

We’re so focused on this one virus and the possible implications if we get it, we forget that people can die of heart attacks or strokes without any warning. It could happen any time.

It really put today and tomorrow and my sadness around how we are, and are not, celebrating it into perspective.

Sending love and light.

I read a post recently and was shocked to learn that this person’s life is unfolding in very different ways than my own. In the spring most of us were under similar stay-at-home orders and no schools were open. Where I live that has largely not changed – life never returned to any form of normal, retail and restaurants have been open only partially (sometimes not at all) and masks have always been required outside the home. My kids haven’t set foot on their school’s campus since mid-March and an email sent out last Friday suggests they will not do so at all this school year.

We haven’t traveled anywhere. My son has attended a summer camp (mostly outside, always masked) and has participated in some on-site martial arts cohorts at our dojo (small consistent groups, always masked). When I was forced to start teaching in my classroom we enrolled him in a 2x/week learning pod that he’s been attending for 5 weeks. My kids spent the night at my parents house twice in the spring but they haven’t been there since the early summer.

Playgrounds in our areas have only been opened since mid-October. They actually closed down for a week earlier this month but the state changed its stay-at-home order and now they are open again. I am SOOOOO thankful that playgrounds are open. We spend 3-4 hours in the afternoon at the playground and it’s the only thing keeping us sane.

We are spending Christmas Eve in my parents’ backyard, where we will all wear masks and the kids will open their presents from them on the patio and we will eat at separate tables (just like we did on Thanksgiving). On Christmas morning we will zoom with both sets of grandparents while the kids open presents.

I guess I just didn’t realize that in some places, holidays are being celebrated like normal, and kids have been back in school for a good portion of the fall. I know that California, and the Bay Area even more so, have been more locked down than a lot of places (whole lot of good it did us, as our numbers are now spiraling out of control), I just didn’t realize that other places were so not locked down. Or maybe I just haven’t glimpsed what that actually looks like.

Anyway, I haven’t written for a while and I just hope everyone is okay. I know the holidays will look really different for everyone this year, and that some people are heading into the holidays in financial crisis or dealing with profound grief. I hope you’re all okay, or as okay as you can hope to be.

Sending love and light during these dark times.

For some reason my break starts today (I have no idea why – we usually only get the Friday before when Christmas is earlier in the week). I might not understand why we have today off, but I’m very glad that we do! I am so, so ready for a break.

Of course it’s just a break from work, but if I don’t have to sit in front of my computer every night from 9:30 to midnight or 1am (or sit on zooms with students all day) I will definitely take it.

And of course we have no plans for the break. I’m okay with that too. We are lucky that we don’t usually travel at Christmas so it doesn’t feel like we’re missing out on too much. Yes I’d love to celebrate the day with my parents (we still may do something outside like for Thanksgiving) and yes I’d love to just see my in-laws (they don’t leave their house for anything, not even grocery shopping), but the break will largely be the same as breaks of the past – lots of reading and movies and video games.

This is my big plan for the break.

It has always been a favorite but I haven’t read it in decades. I am VERY excited to experience it again for pretty much the first time (I vaguely remember some characters but I can’t seem to remember any major plot points).

I also plan to work on my house a bit, and do some planning for school in January. One of the reasons I’m up so late working every night is I score work and post those scores every night so I don’t have any catch up grading to do (which is usually how I spend 1-2 days of the winter break). It’s a relief to have that all done.

My husband has been taking Mondays and Wednesdays off to be with the kids so he didn’t take any days off over the break. He says usually things are slower and he gets more done during the weeks of Christmas and New Years, so he kind of likes working those days (he does get the Fridays off). Since we’re not going anywhere and we may need the time later in the year when I have to start teaching kids on campus, we decided he shouldn’t burn those days now.

The one thing to look forward to this break is that we may let our kids spend the night with my parents for the last weekend. If we start today we can do two full weeks of strict quarantine before then. Usually my son is at his learning pod or my daughter is at running or something else is happening that makes a two week quarantine all but impossible. This is probably the only time we can pull it off until the summer, so we’re going to try to make it happen. My parents will also quarantine strictly and then the first Friday and Saturday night of the new year my kids might be able to sleep at their house. This is more for my parents than my kids, but I think it would be amazing for all of us. I hope it works out – and yes I know others are not seeing anyone outside their households, but others are straight up traveling (so many of my students are going to Hawaii! And the Bahamas!), and I think the kids spending the night at my parents, who live nearby, after two weeks of strict quarantining is a manageable compromise, especially when this is our only chance to do it for the next six months).

How is everyone? Will you get much of a break during the “break”?

I haven’t been showing up here much (although returning to posts from this time last year shows that I’m showing up more now than I did then). I’ve struggled with what to say. On the one hand my life is not all that awful right now. We are so lucky to have our jobs, and our unit to live in (without bed bugs! – I just knocked on so many wood things after I wrote that). My job is manageable. My kids are doing pretty well. Yes it’s lonely and I miss my parents and friends, but California just reopened playgrounds so this new lock down won’t be as bad as we feared. I’m sad when I think of Christmas without family but I’m looking forward to two weeks off. My husband and I are doing really well – we’re one of those obnoxious couples that is closer now that we were before the pandemic. The reality is that my day to day life is not that bad.

And yet, a lot of the time I feel awful because I know the terror and despair that people are living with every day. I read articles about towns in South Dakota where communities have lost people that were well known and respected and loved and yet they still can’t bring themselves to pass a mask mandate. I know that in a couple weeks tens of millions of renters can be evicted from their apartments and will have no where to go, because our federal government can’t get their shit together to pass a relief bill. Hospitals are full and even here, in the Bay Area, numbers are sky rocketing. And all the while our president does nothing but parrot the “we’re rounding the corner” line while he tries to get the results of the election overturned.

We are rounding a corner, and what we’re going to see on the other side is compounded heart break.

The truth is, I’m losing faith in this country. And I don’t have a lot left to lose. The idea that people refuse to wear a piece of cloth over their face in public so that others won’t get sick and die is… monstrous to me. A refusal to do something so easy to help others shows such a complete disregard for anyone but oneself.

And yes, I know we’re supposed to blame the people in power. And I do. Their failure has created this situation to be sure. But it seems like even if there had been coordinated, effective, consistent messaging from leaders there would still be people who would refuse to do something small to help the people around them. A fair amount of people.

I know it’s more complicated than that. But also it’s kind of not. Even if you’re not sure if the virus is real, or a mask will help, don’t you wear one just because it could? Don’t you take that small step for the good of your community?

I don’t know.

So that’s where I am. Stuck in the murky middle. Thankful for what I have but terrified and despondent for this country.