Reopening

reopening

Reopening

It’s summer. I’m experimenting. All I can see is the twelve or twenty five things wrong with this comic. But after a lifetime of quitting everything because of imperfections, I’m throwing caution and shame to the wind! Haha!

Here in California, we’ve been continuing to live in this suspended reality of “reopening” post-COVID… sort of. Delta Variants and unvaccinated kids and other worries still keep a lid on everything. But there’s no doubt things are different, and we’re working toward… something different.

Books are a big part of our family life. We love ourselves a library. Or three. And there’s tons of truth in this strip, how the past year has conditioned us to gadgets and screens dependence, as well as a general constant state of exhaustion.

But I’m also happy to report, this strip is also not all the truth. My kid can still disappear into a book for hours. As for my book pile? Well, I’ve skimmed many a good table of contents. 🙂 That was basically my reading habits before the pandemic as well, so overall, it’s a shrug.

Graduating in/from the Pandemic

It feels like a momentous day. COVID continues but California reopens today. Our eighth graders at the middle school where I teach graduate to high school today after fifteen months of distance learning. Their older and younger siblings proceed to summer with a promise of a return in the fall. It also happens to be another birthday for my partner.

Our graduation is a still drive-through affair this year, and I’m about to head over there. My reflections this morning veer toward what these graduation and school-based rituals mean to families and communities. What work it takes, for the whole village, to see these kids through. What hopes are placed in their promotions, their progress, and their possibilities.

It really crystalizes what’s important. What we’re striving towards. Today, parents will wait for hours in the hot sun in a long line of cars for that moment their student can pop out for pictures and keepsakes. It will mean the many more hours of pickups and dropoffs, of lunch prep and helplessness in front of math homework, won’t have been in vain.