It's not the greatest photo, but I love the image of my mom on a virtual call using her dictionary. 

If you're not familiar with the game of "fictionary" here's how it works: one player finds a word in the dictionary that no one knows the definition of.  That player writes the actual definition on a slip of paper, each of the other players writes a fake definition on a slip of paper and anonymously drops it into a bowl.  The first player reads all the definitions out loud and the we all try to guess the correct definition.  There's a point system based on guessing the right definition or tricking others into choosing yours...but that's really not the point.

We figured out last night that we could set up a zoom call on the ipad and text each other definitions, so we played a few rounds with Grandma Roo.

We did our first ever virtual podcast interview today too.  Joe had a great conversation with James Altucher while his engineer Jay and I listened in. 

... and just like a TV news anchor - no one can see that I'm wearing sweats and pink slippers below the view of the camera.

I'm grateful for the virtual connections, but there is something deep within me that craves in person visiting.  There's a lot of conversation about how the world will be different.  How people will realize so much commuting and office time is wasted.  I think that's true.  But I also think we will all come out of this with a greater value on real, in person, human connection.

Spring was in the air today.

Sunday we had a family zoom and shared poems and drawings, my mother shared this spring Haiku:

and this about life in Cambridge:

Most days there's a strange mix of normalcy, loneliness, frustration, and not much contemplation.  Usually followed by the realization that this is NOT about me.  Thinking about medical workers, hospital housekeeping staff, first responders, grocery clerks, pharmacists and delivery people.  Thinking about people living paycheck to paycheck who just lost their paycheck and those struggling to keep small businesses alive. Thinking about people with sick family members and loved ones and those who are sick.

Then remembering a few months is a blip in life. No big deal. Take a deep breathe, wait it out, do what I can to keep the family happy and healthy.  Like the humming bird in the Quechan Fable - I do what I can.

[scroll down for the fable as it was introduced to me by my friend Matt Baatz]
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As told by Matt Baatz:

Today I'm thinking about the value of weekends. We are home either way, weekend or weekday, so does it matter?  No trips to school. No trips to work. No Wednesday Karate or Tuesday pottery.  For me the decision to be in a different mental state changed everything. Today it felt almost like we were home by choice.  Our time was our own.

Today started with the 5:30 am Spartan call. We heard :90 second updates from China, Canada, Spain, South America; updates from military leaders, financial experts, and always a few motivational thoughts. This morning  I gave a quick summary of our Podcast session with the extreme skier Kristen Ulmer who wrote  "The Art of Fear." (see April 3rd). Still but then the day was my own. 

The kids did not have virtual school.  The level of stress they are carrying all week sudennly became clear in its absence.

I took a long walk in the woods behind our house and didn't think about needing to be back for anything. I talked with with family as I walked and only returned home because the battery died.

We talked about the SBA emergency loan program and how complicated it is. We talked about this idea that Jon Levy the behavioral scientist talked about on the podcast: that many of the things that are correlated to longevity are also correlated to happiness. Two of those are 1. your close social network (best friends & family) and 2. your loose social network.  It's that loose social network that we're all missing now.  It leaves a sort of constant dull ache, but with the long calls and the walk in the woods it finally dissipated.

Third on that list is exercise. That's one thing we can control.  So we run every day.

Creativity wasn't on the list, but maybe it should be. 

​Mom challenged all the kids and grandkids to create something - a poem or a drawing - and be ready for a ZOOM show and tell on Sunday evening.I took an hour and sat outside in the sun trying to convey the light hitting two birch trees. No phone. No walls. No computer.  It was great medicine.

On  ZOOM an exceptional example of virtual community with our guest Jeff Gomez.  The topic: transitioning from the "Hero's Journey" to the "Collective Journey" story model, and how that is especially relevant right now.  As our friend Jesse Levin, Tactivate, pointed out - "don't wait for permission to solve problems and help." Jeff Gomez said:

The days blend together.  I checked my photos and could not recall which things happened on which day.  I formatted the card after yesterday's post, so I know these are all from the last 24 hours:

In the evening I learned that at least one of my kids finds it painfully boring to play scrabble.  Can you guess which one? 

Last night Wilbur (sr) introduced Mac to the great classic "Lonesome Dove," a little cowboy break from all the sci-fi fantasy he usually reads.

In a surprising moment of agreement both of my parents insisted I should not be using the couch with a sheet on it for the dog as my ZOOM background. I put up our old podcast backdrop. Some days I join Joe's 5:30 am ZOOM call, every day I co-host our 2:00 Spartan Up podcast call. Zoom is everywhere.  The boys are learning what it's like to work from home - juggling homework and zoom meetings for school.

Today I gave a quick synopsis of lessons from extreme Kristen Ullmer's  interview:

And - just like before isolation, we run every day. I caught Wilbur returning from his run:

Today I went shopping. The first time away from the house (other than my daily run) since Saturday.  It was a pleasure to get away from the computer, to clear my head. I thought - how lucky I am that I'm not living paycheck to paycheck and we have food to put on the table, how lucky I am that I have time to come shop unlike the front line first responders and medical personnel, how lucky I am that I live in town where even with shortages most of the shelves are full, how lucky I am that  I was able to shop for my mom when I last saw her on March 10th, how lucky I am that my father keeps a huge store of food and doesn't need to go to the grocery store, how lucky I am the the the clerks and workers continue to work, stay friendly, checking us out and stocking the shelves.  There were a few empty shelves.  I haven't seen toilette paper on a store shelf for weeks, no alcohol or thermometers, not much pasta or rice, the fresh produce was a little sad today - kale and broccoli wilted, no flour - but the whole chickens were back, and there were a few small bottles of chlorox today. There was more than enough to bring home and keep everyone not just fed, but happy with their favorite things.

I enjoyed the ritual of wiping down the groceries.  A little time outside just "doing."

Maybe it's unnecessary.  I do the up side, down side calculation.  Worst that happens if I wipe it all down - I waste 15 minutes. Worst that happens if I don't - Someone gets sick. Best that happens if I wipe it all down - I save someone from getting sick. Best that happens if I don't wipe it all down - I save 15 minutes. Easy decision.

Early in the morning, walking the yard before anyone else is up, it could be any early spring day.

But then things get rolling. And the surreal reality we live in reemerges. I won't be taking the kids to school, or lining up a meeting for coffee in town, I won't be scheduling in person shoots and interviews or travel.  I'm still editing & publishing podcasts, still taking the dog out, still enjoying my morning coffee.  New on the list: getting things in order for today's live Zoom call.  Today's guest was Bruce Babashan.  He was one of the most powerful speakers yet.  He talked about how he is coaching his athletes:

Our friend Kressa Peterson, founder of Shower Toga, was on the call too. She has been sending her products free to medical workers and first responders who have been changing and showering outside of their homes so they don't expose their families to the virus.  Processing and verifying requests has become overwhelming emotionally.  She said "I thought I was the kind of person that could handle this...maybe I'm not." In a few seconds both she and Bruce (and many of us) had tears in our eyes.  Even those of us safe at home have been feeling this slow, continuous, build-up of pressure. Bruce told her she is strong enough, and the tears and emotion are sure signs that she is a genuine person and shouldn't change. He shared some stories about fighters - famous ones facing fear each time they go into the ring, and the young athletes he coaches keeping training on track when food and money might be scarce and the future of their sport is uncertain.

It's a strange thing - committing to a daily photo journal during a period of time marked by lack of activity or variety.  Today was a day (another day) of virtual contacts.

AT two, our daily Spartan Up podcast Zoom call has provided an opportunity for deeper connection with our audience and some of our favorite podcast guests, and a place to keep focused on growth. Today Mark Divine talked a lot about breath, and inner self.

In the evening  the joining of virtual and actual.  Sunset and a call with grandma.

​Most of the day is spent in front of computers, creating an artificial sense of space between us.  It's these moments, moments of real connection, whether virtual or actual, that stand out.

Today's focus: it's not always easy. 

We're lucky, but that doesn't mean it's always easy.
We're using all the tools in the toolbox to fight stress and to fight cabin fever.  Sometimes we argue.  Sometimes I say something I wish I hadn't.  But we're a family.  And we also laugh, hug and move on.

​The boys can't hang out with friends. They spend too much of time on the computer in virtual school. They also play tag with the dog, play D&D via Zoom chat, and watch 30 Rock with their mom.  Thank G-d for 30 Rock! 

I do my best to do the things that make me easier to be around: eating well, getting enough sleep, running every day, watching 30 Rock with my kids, reaching out to the people I love, reaching out people I like, hugging the dog, taking photos every day, and finding ways to be of service.

We're lucky. 
We live in a rural spot that allows us to get outside.
We have food on the table.
We can still make each other laugh.
And we're healthy.

Yesterday was Saturday.  What to do Saturday night? We took a walk around downtown Woodstock, Vermont.  Empty as it was, it felt good to get out.  We saw surprisingly few people out walking.  All the shops were closed, for years as a videographer we took extreme measures to could get photos of storefronts without the traffic and cars in the foreground.  Last night it was easy. Many shops are still finding ways to serve (Yankee Bookshop offers porch deliveries, Woodstock pharmacy is serving prescriptions at the door.)

It's only morning, but off to a good start.  

​No, life's not perfect. We get frustrated, we argue, but we keep it in perspective.  I like to focus on the positive, it makes me feel good. Here's Some of the things that made me happy this morning.

It's hard to say when the "quarantine" started, or even what to call it.  It's been a gradual process that now has keeping more and more to ourselves. I'm still working, still producing the Spartan Up podcast and other content for Spartan, still working to to help our audience stay strong, positive & productive.  And yet - there's a sense of disconnection. 
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I decided to challenge myself to take daily photos of this experience. There will be a lot of the dog Trooper (the most willing photo subject,) and some of my family, lots of nature and I hope some around town. So..Day one was marked by gorgeous morning light.  The day started with a smile.

It became "the" tough day.  There's always one where the reality hits.  That was today.  The announcement that school would not reopen this spring, big cuts in contracts, none of it was surprising. It will pass, tomorrow will be another day.  The people I love are all healthy.  We're truly fortunate.