Category Archives: health

Holiday Recommendations

For Christmas this year, after a valiant fight I fell to an evil cold. Crud had been circulating in my household around the island for a few weeks. I guess it was inevitable that my husband the sickly environment would succeed in thoroughly germifying me.

I became what’s known to my dog as a wonton-maker (Kleenex and. . . .). But as a new and messy twist, she’s gotten lazy in her 11th year. Rather than pull used Kleenex from trash cans and eat them, she only does this:
All over the house.

It’s sweet, right?

Since I’ve been indoors for days, I have been doing things beyond perfecting my nose-blowing technique and examining my inner eyelids, and I recommend them all to you–

I read this book and really enjoyed it:

I watched this movie and loved it:
I drank Eleven wine in tiny chocolate cups.Which may have set back my recovery by a few hours, but who asked you, anyways?

And I got to spend time caressing my new baby, who feels smooth and fresh and fits my small hands. We hope to make beautiful music together once my brain turns back on.So, even if it’s wet and gloomy outside and you’re mouth-breathing more than you’d like and for no sexy reason, I hope you, too, can find a few of your own reasons to smile during the holidays.(our PNW driveway in December)

Baby born on Washington State Ferry

This island was abuzz last week when a woman had a baby on board a Washington State Ferry, Bainbridge Island to Seattle (a 35 min. trip).

You might think this happens all the time, thousands of people, daily commuters, pregnant women living on an island…
But you would be wrong.

I was living on this island when I was pregnant, and what was the major worry of all us moms in the birthing class? What about the ferry???

Our instructor said calm down you crazy hormonal bitches, women don’t give birth where they don’t want to. Knowing next to nothing about it, we all breathed a sigh of relief. Okaaaaaaay, if you say so.

(And that’s the line to remember, all you currently pregnant women living on Bainbridge Island…)

In typical island fashion, when the labor kicked in full force and they needed medical assistance on board, they had to turn people away. There was so many offers of help. A retired midwife and OB/GYN nurse helped, or mostly cheered and supported in the first aid room, I’m told.

And also in typical island fashion, a friend of mine knows the mom. She told me her friend just felt really light contractions and was only going to Swedish Hospital just in case. The baby wasn’t due for 3 more weeks, and their first child took 12 hours of labor.

But WHAM, strong contractions hit once the boat was under way, and by the time the vessel was docking, Baby Lucy was debuting.

Really? Babies can be born in under an hour?

Mine was two weeks late, failed to respond to three kinds of inducing, and ultimately required a c-section. It was not a cake walk or a boat ride.

By all accounts, Lucy’s mom handled her unexpected birth story bravely and awesomely and went home the next day with her new, healthy daughter and her totally rockin’ birth story.

Maybe Lucy will be a sailor.

And maybe the general rule of thumb should be that babies are born where babies want to be born, yes? On land or by sea

A big congratulations to Lucy and her family! May all your future ferry rides be peaceful, calm and uneventful.

A Grate Zucchini

[I know this post doesn’t replace a recap of the island’s Great Zucchini Race, but they didn’t have one this year! It’s okay, we’ve started a grief support group.]

I have a quiz for you today!

See this zucchini? (Next time I’ll consider cleaning up for you before I take a photo, but you needed something for scale, right…?)

A friend grew it and needed to get rid of it before it ate their house offered it to me.

So, I figured I’d evict the hobbit that lived inside grate it up, freeze it and use it for baking muffins or bread or something with several cups of sugar in it…
Yes, I grated it by hand, the old-fashioned way with bloodied knuckles and nicked fingernails. It didn’t help that the skin of that beast was tough as leather. My peeler ran away screaming at the sight of it, and the grater constantly begged me to stop (in a “Don’t. Stop.” way, not a “Don’t Stop” way, so I think it meant it).
But I grated the whole thing while listening to the entire audiobook of War and Peace several podcats and felt proud of my sore pitching arm. . . right up until the Hubs came home and said –

How come you didn’t use the electric grater?

After I stabbed him, I measured out the zucchini and bagged it up just like the Hubs’ body.

My question for you is: how many cups of grated zucchini did I end up with?