It seems appropriate that my last post–more than a month ago– was titled Malaise. On one hand, a lot has happened. On the other, nothing at all has changed. And as each week passed, I kept thinking I needed to post here, but the more behind I got, the more overwhelmed I felt about writing. Add in stress related to my job and my frustration with my slow AF running, and I just couldn’t do it.
But here I am. Let’s catch up, shall we?
In mid-February, we had an ice storm. Trees all around my house lost limbs that first night–every so often we’d hear the crack of a branch, the thump as it hit the roof, and another thump when it fell to the ground.
But the streets were ice-free (although not debris-free) and we kept running.
Then a snowstorm that knocked out power to much of the state. We were lucky–my house kept power and water the whole time, but to conserve energy, we turned the heat way down and used the wood stove instead. The animals approved.
I even tried running in the snow. It wasn’t too bad the first day. I could run in the tire tracks (no snowplows here!) and it was a lot like running on the beach. But after the second ice storm, the streets became sheets of ice, almost impossible to navigate.
Schools closed for an entire week, partly because most of Austin had no power and partly because it was 5* and none of this stuff was melting. The average person could not navigate the roads–remember, no snowplows–and there was nowhere to go anyway since everything was closed. And then Austin’s water treatment plant hiccupped, cutting off water to tens of thousands of people, most of whom were also sitting in their dark and cold homes.
During all of this, I was supposed to drive to San Antonio for my second COVID vaccine, and I wasn’t sure I could get there. A friend volunteered to drive me in her made-for-this-weather vehicle, but those plans didn’t last long because everyone started to see the writing on the wall–this stuff wasn’t gonna melt for days and days–and I got a text that they rescheduled my appointment. Which was a relief, considering it stayed mostly in the teens and single digits–numbers that Texans don’t recognize as temperature–and we had snow on the ground for seven consecutive days.
And then I began to worry that things wouldn’t melt in time for me to make the drive for the rescheduled appointment, either. I mean, the day before, it was still below freezing and roads remained icy and snowy. But the day of my 6:20pm appointment, the sun came out and temps slowly rose above freezing. Icicles crashed off my roof, and eventually we could see some grass again. I drove my spouse’s big diesel truck to San Antonio–south of Austin the roads were fine, but coming back to Austin that evening involved some icy and snowy patches of roads. I made it back in one piece and am now as immune as I’m gonna get.
The next day, I felt fine and we went for a short run, dodging a few remaining ice patches. By that afternoon, though, I’d been hit by the fatigue bus. No fever, no serious side effects, but I was tired and felt a little warm. I went to sleep early and woke up feeling fine.
A lot of folks didn’t have power and/or water restored yet (losing power meant pipes freezing and breaking, for one) and officials weren’t sure how badly schools were affected. So between two professional development days, six snow days, and three remote days, we were off-campus from February 12 to March 1st. Some kids started calling it SNOVID.
Other random stuff: Team Holy Quokkamole continues its march across Texas. And once mail service was restored (yes, we missed several days of mail delivery) my Project Repat blanket, made from old race shirts, was delivered.
We got the news that my kid was accepted into both universities where he applied, we assembled new bedroom furniture, and here’s how my animals and I survived the Texas Snowpocalypse:
This week is Spring Break. Yesterday I completed a Hamilton-themed virtual run in the rain, and it’s tank top weather already.
It’s been one year since COVID upended our lives. A year ago, school was canceled the Friday before Spring Break because of two positive cases in Travis County. Everything shut down–Austin looked like a ghost town. Last week, on the anniversary of the pandemic, the governor rescinded mandatory mask orders and allowed all businesses to reopen at 100% capacity. Yesterday, Travis County reported 79 postive cases.
This time last year, parents new to schooling their own children realized the value of their kids’ teachers. Now districts are cutting our jobs. Instead of channeling funds directly to schools (who are providing technology and meals to thousands of economically-disadvantaged kids) Texas is determined to spend a gazillion dollars to administer the STAAR test as if school has been normal this year. Good teachers are leaving in droves, and the rest of us have to do more with less.
I’m still struggling with my running. I am showing up, but I’ve never been this slow. Some of my Quaranteam friends are injured, but all of us seem burned out and COVID-weary.
A lot has changed. But also nothing has changed.