Deficit parenting

Quarantine D12

Another 2 days left of quarantine. Tomorrow I have the “delight” of what is known as a double covid test – 2x nasal and 2x oral tests back to back. Yikes, and who knows the medical / scientific reason for this, but then 24 hours later I’ll be a free-ish person.

I rang up a friend of mine this evening. Her son had just received his GCSE results and she’d posted how proud of him she was on FaceBook. I knew she’d been a little concerned so I rang to congratulate her (and him). A couple of things transpired from the conversation.

Firstly she was happy that I congratulated her, as I knew that his success was in no small part as a result of her stepping in to help guide him when things were going a bit wobbly with one of his subjects. He got the help he needed.

The other part of the conversation was how we now as parents are able to focus on what went right and the positive results, rather than anything that was less than perfect. Both of us grew up in households where nothing was ever good enough. No matter what our successes were, be they academic or in our careers, we were still held to some invisible and ineffable standard that could never be attained. The 99 successes were never seen but the one failure was. It’s a legacy that has made both of us very hard on ourselves. It’s what I’d refer to as deficit parenting. It’s a very hard pattern to break.

The next part was the fact, closely related to the latter, that her son was also able to say that he was happy with himself and his results. I think that is so important, that one can be happy with a result and not personally focus on the lower scores.

The final part is the response of other people – where you sometimes literally have to shut people up in their responses when they start making grumbly noises about “grade inflation” and “in their day”. It really annoys me – I think teens are exposed to so much more information, in a much broader manner with more context and more pressure than we ever were, and that as adults we often retroactively impose our vast experience and years and years of learning and reading more back onto our teen years when actually we were just a bunch of naive ignorant beasts. With a lot more free time and freedom generally than kids today.

It’s funny because today at school we were talking about taking the scoring away from learning feedback. Keeping score is such an ingrained part of life, academic, sporting and otherwise that it’s difficult to conceptualise other ways of knowing that learning has taken place, and whether mastery has been achieved. Or even, in some instances if mastery is necessary. In fact the whole idea of exams is quite ludicrous it seems. Particularly now. I get quite cross thinking about it in fact. My daughter’s friend had the misfortune of missing a few exams in her first year of university, due to being really ill, and as a result needs to resit the exams in September. But weirdly and very unfairly no matter how well she does in the exam she’ll only ever get a passing grade for them. If you’re going to insist on exams and scores, then at least do so equitably and don’t punish people for circumstances beyond their control.

Certainly in my life I find it more and more important that I know how to quickly find out how to do something, or to know something and to grasp the bigger picture, rather than to have an intimate knowledge. It’s something that bugs me when I’m learning anything that things immediately go into the minutiae. Like the Adobe Illustrator course I’m doing. Yes it’s a good course, but it’s detail detail detail, lots of these are short cuts etc. I’d rather first have the big overview about how it all fits together with the important stuff like layers and tools and then later the “how to”.

Memes and reality

I came across this meme today. I’ve kind of wasted the day a bit – scrolling through 100s of memes on one of my librarian networks, having an afternoon nap – somehow the last week seems to have caught up with me with a bit too little sleep and quite a lot of work.

I found this funny in a way, it expresses the last year for some people quite well, but when I looked again, I realised it wasn’t really my reality. I had to laugh at the last “step” because in my case it was a step down, and ended up being more significant than a lot of the stuff that had gone before…

But I don’t think I over-reacted – when I broke my ankle it was more a sense of resignation and “let’s get on with this, how can I continue to be high functioning while sitting with my leg stretched out in front of me for 2 months.”

I’ve had this conversation with quite a few people in the last months / year. I don’t really like revisiting past traumas and difficulties. Before I had children I went through some pretty intensive counselling to deal with my “stuff” which cleared most of it out, and then doing some MBSR, meditation and the 10 day silent retreat took most of the rest of the load off. Not to say that some things and people are not still pretty triggering, but it’s not the huge rock it could be. And then I will acknowledge my privilege and say the pandemic has been crappy, but not as crappy as it could have been. Part of that due to being able to ride most of it out in Switzerland for the first half of 2020 with my son, and part that the rest was in China where it was pretty much a non-event for the majority of the 20-21 school year. I still didn’t see my husband for 7 months, and I’m now going into 13 months since I last saw my daughter.

The thing is, and this may be controversial, but I don’t really like revisiting and re-picking over the past that much. I don’t think it’s denial. I liken it to when you’ve scraped your knee really badly as a kid and you have a huge (in your mind) wound that then scabs over. If you disinfect and treat it and leave it to heal, it generally is fine, and leaves a bit of a scar as a reminder. But if you keep picking at the scab, it keeps re-opening and bleeding and may reinfect and then you have a mess on your hands. I feel sometimes that’s what we’re doing with the last year. I’m ready to move on but a lot of rumination and picking at the scab goes on around me. And I don’t quite know, and can’t always politely extract myself from the conversations. I think we also do too much of that with kids, and I’m not sure it’s that healthy for teenagers to ruminate rather than find constructive things to do. Do you think that’s just avoidance?

There is that Buddhist concept of the “second sword” – a warrior gets stabbed by a sword and gets injured but recovers. But then keeps ruminating and remembering the incident – they liken it with then creating new self-inflicted sword wounds on oneself.

The mystery meat has been replaced by suspicious fish in the last two days – they take up a lot of space but are mainly bone and skin and other fish parts. The crochet blanket is at about 1/3 progress and the fruit supply is now at a count of:

  • 7 bananas
  • 18 apples
  • 5 peaches
  • 5 pears
  • 3 mangos

Getting mangos is about as close as I can get to hitting the fruit jackpot these days – they’re delicious and the perfect sweet snack. Know what I’d really like right now – a nice big juicy butter avocado – like the ones you can only find in South Africa.

Now I need to continue my Adobe Illustrator course – it’s pretty good – on lesson 11/23. I have the video going on my iPad while I try out the stuff on my laptop – can anyone tell me why Adobe doesn’t use CMD to multiple select like every other Mac programme?

Almost but not quite, entirely unlike

Food that is almost but not quite, entirely unlike what it purports to be.

Quarantine D10

I’ve kind of lost track of time and wasn’t sure which day it was today – 4 more days to go! Weekends are a bit harder since there isn’t the structure of work, but I ended up working all day anyway. Since the beginning of the year I’ve been working on revamping all our Libguides to a new look and feel under Learn.wab.edu. Finally libguides will be used further afield than just the library, and it will be our one-stop-shop for content management and knowledge management.

The other amazing part of the equation is that through making the guides now for all subjects and units, I’m getting to work with departments and teachers who in the past wouldn’t naturally navigate to the library. So today I started putting the templates in place for Music, Art and Drama and PHE. After sitting at the computer for way too long, I managed to get a work-out in – the ankle is steadily accepting more work.

For some reason staying in quarantine really brings up all sorts of quotes from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – one of my all time favourite books, and one where so many quotes have stuck in my head.

Today the quarantinis were comparing unidentifiable lying pieces of meat, and I had to think of the quote where Nutrimatic Drink Dispenser, the computer-based drinks machine onboard the Heart of Gold is said to produce something “almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea”. My fish, in contrast was identifiable, and I think the strips of stuff is tofu. It’s difficult to quantify exactly how insanely boring food and eating has become. Most of the time I’m just picking at what’s served and feeling slight nauseous. My fruit stash is still increasing by 7 and decreasing by 2 each day.

Can’t compare

Quarantine D9

The NZ crowd outside the country are in a bit of a tizzy about the MIQ situation. All quarantines are not created equally and not all countries with quarantine have uniform policies by any stretch of the imagination. My hotel isn’t great but at least it’s not a repurposed youth camp or some other facility like some of my colleagues were stuck in last year. The fact of the matter is that if a country decides to go the quarantine route, they really do need to make sure there are enough facilities available.

But then comes the question as to what is suitable. As you can read from this article New Zealanders have pretty high expectations of their facilities including help with their mental health during the 2 week stay. Now I know quite a few people from NZ and to a person they’re all pretty resilient folk given to climbing mountains, trail running and all sorts of rugged activity, so the article rather surprises me. Personally I think MIQ sounds pretty cushy compared to Quarantine here in China. They even get to walk around, access to care packages from friends, and a bottle of wine per day!

Judging by other friends in quarantine in various countries at the very least they seem to be able to choose the type and price point of the hotel they’ll be staying in. One of the most frequently asked question in our quarantine group as people get ready to arrive is how to “game” the system – primarily to avoid the Vienna Hotel (which seems to be the current contender for bottom of the pile). As far as I can tell, there are 3 groups of people in the “sorting hat” of the airport:

  • those destined for Shanghai – in which case they turn left and get allocated according to their district. Now rumour has it that they don’t actually check that you live in Shanghai, just check that it’s a valid address – I don’t know if it’s worth risking
  • those who are “special” usually they’re already marked as special in the plane and they’ve pre-arranged their specialness and are called out before others disembark, are guided through the testing process and whisked out of a different gate – from my plane it seems that they may have been diplomatic types and one couple had a young baby (and perhaps also diplomatic)
  • The rest of us. We’re just herded into pens according to our final destination and they seem to have a very special place in hell for those destined for Beijing for some reason.

So what to do? I kind of wish I’d still been on crutches or a wheelchair on the route back because that may have made me special. It seems some people in nicer hotels had special dietary needs which may mean their needs could only be met by a higher class hotel – who knows. If you find a formula, I’m sure there are a lot of people who’d like to be informed.

It’s Friday, so I decided to do a bit of cleaning – since vacuum cleaners are rather scarce on the ground in my hotel, used a bunch of dettol wipes to do the floor – there’s something a little disconcerting finding dark straight black hairs when you have brown curly hair, and toenails that you didn’t clip when doing this exercise! I also found a bug – it was dead, but one wonders. And then I made my grains and quinoa mix for lunch instead of the white rice which I’m getting really really tired of. I miss Southern and Northern food – am craving noodles and dumplings right now.

The blanket is growing slowly – too much work work and no time for crocheting!

You cannot make this stuff up!

D8 Quarantine

More adventures from the Quarantini’s.

I’ve had quite a busy day today and doing an Adobe Illustrator course was still on my “to do” list from the vacation and since I got a 24 hour expiring special offer to do a course via LinkedIn, I decided that now was the time to try and find 5 hours in the next 24 hours to do it. Maybe stupid?

Anyway, I then took a stretch break and glanced at the quarantine Wechat group and found 189 unread messages, and the following story unfolded. It’s a story worthy of making a modern-day spin-off of Fawlty Towers and relocating it to an anonymous (to protect my sources) hotel in Shanghai. It’s also a story that had my spirits up and tear ducts getting a work out from crying with laughter.

Although I’m not much of a drinker following a mis-spent youth and pregnancies and breastfeeding, many of my fellow Quarantinis like to imbibe. And there is a kind of cat and mouse game between the inmates and the captors in just about every quarantine hotel. It seems the purveyors of food and drink are firmly on the side of the inmates, with items being smuggled in otherwise innocuous items or packaged for camouflage, but today’s escapades totally take the cake.

Inmate 1 (I1)seems to be one of those fully prepared types with something for all eventualities, from his own exercise bicycle to the equipment to jerry-rig any situation. I suspect it’s also not his first round at the rodeo of quarantine. He also has the “goods” in terms of beverages. Inmate 2 (I2) is a Q novice but seems to be up for a bit of fun and some liquid refreshment. Critical to the mission, they share a hotel, but reside on different floors.

So over the course of a couple of hours, I1 contrived to get an industrial vacuum cleaner delivered to his room to “vacuum some broken glass”. The insides were then supplemented with some packaged beverages and put back outside his room. At which point I2 contacted housekeeping with his “problematic mess”. And got delivered a vacuum cleaner. The wrong one! Then he contrived to convince housekeeping that that particular vacuum cleaner was 不好 and his needs could only be met with the high powered great vacuum that his mate in room ### had been using.

His wish was their command, and the 好 vacuum duly made its way up to his room with the package intact and has been received.

I don’t know how I’m going to survive back in normal life without the juvenile antics to keep me amused.

Meanwhile, I’ve been given anti-biotic drops for my eyes and a stern warning that they’re not to eat, and my stockpile of apples continue to grow. If I can get anywhere near the hotel of I1 & I2 I’m sure they’d organise an oven, mixing bowls and other ingredients to make apple pie that we could distribute by drone to the other 402 members of the group.

I’ll not include any pictures of the escapades above – don’t want to prevent it’s future success so here are some alternatives.

Halfway mark

D7 quarantine

We’re at the half way mark. I’m not saying much today – it’s been super busy with the first day back for all faculty and staff and juggling lots of online meetings and presentations. Had my 7 day covid-test – literally feels like a roto-roota went through my nasal cavities. Maybe because I did not use my tissue to masturbate my nose before-hand as instructed – I was in the middle of a meeting so I didn’t think that was appropriate. They are NOT kind or gentle.

I seem to have picked up some kind of eye infection (the irony), at least it’s not covid – because I got my “unquarantine” notice today.

Make sure the parade and marching band are ready on time! I’m off for an early night with eyes shut and no more screen time.

Days are too short

Day 6 Quarantine

Seriously – I’ve been properly back at work since yesterday and the days are flying by. Tomorrow will mark the half way mark of quarantine and I was just taking a break a minute ago lamenting that my crochet rate has declined dramatically. The banter in my group has also quietened down since the weekend as my fellow “guests” are also gainfully and seriously occupied. I’ve given up on trying to do 5000 steps a day and have substituted my fitness efforts with 25 minute Focus T25 workouts (modified for the fact that I cannot do much jumping and some movements are not yet tolerated by my healing ankle) which get my heart rate up and achieve about 50% of that.

Last night’s bonus “dinner” was the most amazing baby mangos which was today’s snack treat. I have a veritable collection of fruit now that I’ll never be able to work my way through unless I eschew all other meals. I suspect they have mistaken me for the very hungry caterpillar 🐛 as I now have 3 bananas, 4 peaches, 5 mangoes and 7 apples … not to mention the growing collection of well known and obscure fizzy drinks – if you’re living next to me – I’m your secret Sinterklaas who’s leaving fizzy drinks on the chair next to your door each night.

My time available to read for pleasure has also slowed to a crawl, although I did manage to finish “The Plot” by Jean Hanff Korelitz, which is a very satisfying clever thriller in a thriller, as a result of my neighbour’s 4.30am wake up noisy telephone calls. Now I need to go and order some of the PD books that were mentioned in the last two day’s PD because at least 1/2 of my job is still being a librarian.

Signing out from Team Cheetos.

No life without laughter

Quarantine Day 5.
This may seem strange to see but today I’ve spent quite a few moments laughing until I have tears in my eyes and I’m unable to speak coherently. The reason? My Shanghai Quarantine wechat group. Or as they call themselves Sha QuaranTEAM.

Never mind stoicism or resilience or being prepared for the worst – the most important thing is probably to be part of a community that knows how to laugh at themselves and make light of the situation. Our group is now nearly 400 members and each new person has to disclose the snack / food stash by means of a photo (the snack food cold war) and pledge their alliagance to one of three teams.

So far Team Cheetos seems to winning out – motto: Stay Home. Eat Cheetos. Be naked.

And so another sun sets on a day of work and meetings interspersed with belly laughter.

The Time

Time stretches endlessly when you’re in confinement, and unlike say prisoners, there is no fixed schedule for anything. Unless you count our pavlovian response when we hear the rustling on the corridor that signals the twice daily temperature checks or the thrice daily deposit of our plastic containers with the rations for the meals.

Work hasn’t (officially) started yet, but I do have a ton of things I need to do in preparation and a couple of meetings last week, so that leaves a lot of unstructured time. Our Shanghai quarantine WeChat was pretty busy last night with bored people and funny quips, so social media does that a chunk of that time. Just like last year when we were in lock-down and doing online learning that whole question of synchronous / structured vs. asynchronous / unstructured comes into play. Over the last 18 months I’ve decided I’m definitely in the asynchronous camp.

I dislike agendas with times and generally plan my time using the bullet journal style (if you’ve never heard of it, watching this 4 minute video is time well spent) using a filofax so that I can add and remove pages. I start each day writing out my actual commitments that are at definite times and then I just make a list of what I’d like to accomplish, and open all the necessary tabs on my computer and work through and close tabs as I’m done.

Having no commuting time, no set times for waking and sleeping mean that I’m pretty much free do do whatever whenever however and I save about 2 hours a day that’s wasted usually.

Yesterday I experimented with multi-tasking – I had a great book that I needed to finish before it expired (Wish Lanterns – it’s really a great look at modern China through the lives of six young people born in the 80’s) and I needed to get in my 5000 steps minimum, and my neighbour was having a shouting match on the phone with someone. So I paced up and down reading my book on my phone while listening to the gorgeous Symphony # 8 of Dvorak. With some push-ups and squats thrown in every 1000 steps. It takes a LONG time to get in so many steps when your room is 8 paces from door to window.

That symphony is a particular favourite of mine, having played it when I was still an active cello player in the Hong Kong Medical Association orchestra, heavily pregnant with my first child, who now has my cello and plays better than I could ever dream of having played. We’re now officially empty nesters, with the next one off to art college – the reason that we ventured out of China this summer.

For my temptation bundling I decided to bundle two temptations and continued my crochet blanket – nearly done the first 22 colours and getting ready to start the colours again, while watching Netflix – I’m a sucker for medical shows – last quarantine was Offspring (my all time favourite) and this summer / quarantine has been New Amsterdam and The Good Doctor. Interspersed with The Blacklist – BUT my downloads have run out and Netflix doesn’t play nice with streaming. Suggestions for shows welcome.

I had a couple of nice long chats with friends and family and did the work I needed getting done. I also spent a bit of time on the Sisyphusian task of learning Chinese. I’m quite enjoying the self-paced online course I’m doing with GoEast, Yesterday I was trying to sort out my password mess of becoming more secure even on the obscure sites I’m signed up to, many of which I can’t even remember what the heck they’re about. I came across WordSwing again and spent a pleasurable hour or so reading a “solve it yourself” mystery – Murder in the Tea Room (谁杀了李市长?). It was a nice break from the usual studying but knowing myself and the time pressures once normal life resumes I resisted subscribing to it.

I love getting comments from people – Thank you so much to Sabina who suggested some work-out videos – I had a look at them yesterday and even passed them on to a colleague who is currently recovering from foot surgery (yup it’s been quite a year for accidents – I’m not the only one!) I’m going to be trying them out today as I don’t have any books that need urgent reading!

Plastic Purgatory

Quite a few of my readers have commented on the amount of plastic involved in my quarantine journey/meals. Absolutely – and you just saw the plastic involved with meals. It’s actually far worse.

The worst of it is that the only choices I can exercise in this is to cut the meal plastic by 2/3 by having one meal a day, by using my reusable washable cutlery instead of the daily packs and by only putting out my waste when the yellow bag is full instead of daily. I fear however that anything I don’t use will still be scrapped as “potentially infected” rather than re-used.

Not only quarantine

As this article Increased plastic pollution due to COVID-19 pandemic: Challenges and recommendations
by Silva, Prata, Walker, Duarte, Ouyang,Barcelò, and Rocha-Santos (2021) doesn’t even mention the waste in quarantine hotels – perhaps because it’s European based where the concept is not a reality yet. And the general waste generated is phenomenal. While they are careful to weigh up the positive and negative impacts of the pandemic they also warn “While the positive impacts of COVID-19 in the environment are resulting from a “postponed” anthropogenic activity that soon will entail after the pandemic scenario; the negative short-term effects (that are mostly related with plastic use, consumption and waste mismanagement as discussed below) will shortly add-up to the current environmental issues, aggravating their impact in the natural ecosystems and compromising potential mitigation/remediation measures.”

Image from: Increased plastic pollution due to COVID-19 pandemic: Challenges and recommendations
by Silva, Prata, Walker, Duarte, Ouyang,Barcelò, and Rocha-Santos (2021)

As Wired Magazine explains in their article – it’s not just the creation of extra plastic waste that’s the problem – it’s also the decline in recycling. I must admit I also get really annoyed at the articles that keep on pointing out that China is no longer prepared to act as the world’s garbage recycling center as if that’s not a good thing – heaven knows they have enough on their hands with the waste generated here without having any culpability in the rest of the world’s waste.

Medical Waste

According to this article “China has witnessed an accumulated 142,000 tonnes of medical wastes with the national medical waste treatment capacity increasing from 4902.8 tonnes/day before the SARS-CoV-2 outbreak to the current 6022 tonnes/day.” COVID pollution: impact of COVID-19 pandemic on global plastic waste footprint
Benson,Bassey and Palanisami (Feb 2021). And of course all the waste coming out of my room – the uneaten food, the plastic containers, my tissues and paper is all treated as medical waste because I’m assumed contaminated unless proven otherwise.

Problem rather than solution focused

The annoying part of it all is that there is a lot focused on the problem, but not much on the solution to this – we’re well past the 18 month mark and it looks like covid-19 is going to be part of the landscape for a very long time. The World Economic Forum’s Jacob Duer (President and CEO, Alliance to End Plastic Waste)just reiterates all the issues and then says: “As the global economy restarts, aid agencies, development banks, and NGOs should invest in building effective waste-management systems. Beyond helping to keep plastic waste out of our oceans, such systems can provide decent jobs and improved livelihoods, resulting in stronger, more sustainable economies in the long term.” I don’t see much on the ending of waste when the talk is just about investment in waste-management systems.

Tomorrow the second of the 7 covid tests I’ll be having on this leg of the journey – not sure what will happen when I get back to Beijing since things are locking down and it looks like I have another 21 days of (hopefully home not hotel) quarantine / isolation etc.

To end this rather depressing post – a picture of my crochet progress, me vitamin D bathing on my towel at the window where the sun is streaming in and the cloud that looks like it has a silver lining – please don’t tell me it won’t work through glass!