This same time last year I would have never imagined having a parent/teacher conference for our daughter in remote learning mode. Within the next two hours we will be talking to our 11 year old daughter’s primary check in person. My wife and I have no idea what to expect.
A Conference with Just One School Representative
Usually, for those of you who do not have kids, you meet with all the teachers who work with your child. This is different. I’m not quite sure how they are going to handle it with just one person being our point of contact.
Times Have Changed
Our daughter has been enjoying school very much. She is consistently on the principal’s list and this past quarter had perfect attendance. Attendance that is via a laptop. My, how COVID-19 has changed things.
It seems like everyone is wearing masks everywhere. My brother lives kind of in the mountains, or at least near them. And even there masks are needed in public.
Where are the Masks Coming From?
The same goes for the “common areas” of our apartment building. I am still wearing a scarf around my face. We were supposed to get masks but they never came, though, thankfully a family member has some extras and is going to send them to us.
The Coronavirus is Everywhere
But how did Covid-19 get to the more rural areas of the country? One of my sisters lives in one of the most remote communities in the world and still has to have her daughters do play dates wearing masks and being 6 feet apart from the other kids. She described visiting the few neighbors they have by never entering their houses and meeting outside of the porch area, having to raise their voices to be heard by each other.
Our hands can be our undoing. They tell us not to touch our faces which turns out to be more difficult than one would think. I found my finger scratching my cheek on a few occasions while in potentially dangerous environments.
Even in Pre-Coronavirus Days They no Longer Delivered to the Door
I just scratched my nose while typing this. But my hands have been washed thoroughly within the last 20 minutes. I had gone down the stairs to pick up yet another package and came back up with it.
Doing What is Necessary
My paws had to be rinsed. This activity seemed to be ever the more important because of an email my brother sent me. He had seen a prior post on this blog and had noted I was in the habit of picking up parcels in the lobby. He scolded me about being seemingly lax in my COVID-19 protocol. We are in New York after all and according to recent stats, at the moment Manhattan is the worst city ever to be in because of having the highest numbers.
An Escape Plan?
My sister suggested leaving the Big Apple and renting a bungalow in the Hamptons until this thing blows over. Right now we couldn’t even leave NYC if we wanted to. And all because of people itching their mugs.