It seems that summer in my area of the world was about ten minutes long this year. The tomatoes are just now ripening. It’s the end of freaking August, and the vast majority of them are still deepest, not-even-fryable green. These are what June fruits should look like, not nearly September. We’re members of a [...]
Archive for August, 2006
August 29 2006
Lobstey
Last Thursday, we went, as we always do, to the Farmer’s Market. In addition to doing our weekly veggie shopping, we usually spend time at the bounce house and the climbing wall. Rowan digs them both. This week there was a new guy running the bounce house. Trying to talk up the kids. Rowan was [...]
August 22 2006
Unschooling Birth
As all my nearest and dearest know, birth has been an obsessive topic of research of mine for … well, since the people I paid to handle my first pregnancy and birth let me down, landing me with a cesarean (I refuse to capitalize it) for iatrogenic difficulties resulting from caregiver (ha!) impatience. They had [...]
August 19 2006
Learning Experiences
There’s been a lot going on with me lately, thus the paucity of blog entries. I could bore you all with my journey, or I could cut to the chase. Friends, I have finally figured out that there are only 24 hours in a day, and that I must sleep in some of them. Go [...]
August 13 2006
Tubthumping
Last week, I was in my Basic Cruising sailing course. Days 1 and 2 were superlative. Days 3 through 5? Sucked. I was angry, frustrated, close to tears most days. Not because the sailing was hard (although there was a small craft advisory going on, so yes, the sailing was hard), but because yet again, [...]
August 9 2006
Madonna of the Cockpit
Many of you have asked me where I was during the series of photos I posted yesterday. Mostly, I was on the other end of the camera, but I thought this picture sums up a sailing mama’s life pretty well.
August 6 2006
First Sail…
…for Jason, as skipper… and for Rowan… and for Kestrel… and a fabulous day was had by all!
August 4 2006
No One Ever Promised
…or, smacked upside the head by my own assumptions, yet again. I don’t think I’ve ever said it quite this way… but part of what set me up for my cesarean was my unshakeable belief that because my mother had a beautiful, ridiculously easy birth with me, my births would be easy too. Stupid of [...]
