I think you ought to know what’s been going on.
We’ve been eating a lot of seaweed. In everything. Even granola. And it’s the best damn granola either of us has ever had and you’d never know there was seaweed in it if we didn’t tell you. Minerals have been a top priority. It has changed our bodies for the better.
We’ve been following a fairly strict schedule.
We try to fit in all of our work, school, housework and homework on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays.
Thursday we do some kind of cardiovascular exercise–jogging around the park, shooting a game of horse, playing catch. Otherwise, Thursday is a free-day, but I usually end up going to acupuncture (if I didn’t go on my 17-hour workday, Wednesday) gardening or doing special projects around the house.
Friday is Boolar day. Recording, mixing, writing on this website, taking photos, making videos, etc. Last week that meant recording the first track off of the Beach Boys’ Love you album, Let Us Go On This Way, and doing a final four-track mix of it. We plan on doing the whole record, each song in order. Look for it here soon.
Saturday is gardening day. I usually end up doing household projects, too. Not chores. Projects. It is also estate sale day. And twice a month or so I get to close Tiga.
Sunday is food day. Farmer’s market and prepare the week’s seaweed-infested meals: a rice cooker full of whole grains, lentils, and seaweeds; a large stoneware dish of kuku (persian egg & greens frittatta-like snack. I like to add barberries in addition to the fresh greens and herbs from our gardens and sometimes morel or shitake mushrooms); salad dressing of apple cider vinegar, olive oil, fresh parsley, one bulb of green garlic fresh out of the ground, greens and all, homemade mustard, blackstrap molasses, and Portland-made miso; cultured ketchup out of some of the last year’s tomatoes paste from the freezer; and three small pieces of salmon (less than half a pound total) baked in parchment paper with nothing, not even salt, on them. They are delicious. Sunday is also family day and dinner day. Sunday is also Softball day, but I wasn’t able to get my chores done in time to go to Tiga’s game this week. We won.
Monday we go back to school and work and chores and homework. We sit on the back patio a whole lot, admiring our handiwork in the backyard. But we get stuff done. We talk all the time, while we are happily busy with our hands.
I’ve been in the process of quitting nail-and-cuticle-biting. Bradley has already quit drinking. The garden is lush, the cats are happy, the bird has stopped biting. Everybody is doing better, see?
Today, I wrote a letter to the first midwives I had, the ones who left me feeling helpless and tragic about the miscarriage while I was in the process, a letter explaining my dissatisfaction with the services they had provided. Continue reading fear and growing
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