Other people throughout the news and blog worlds have talked about Mrs. Parks passing with more eloquence than I think I could bring to the subject. But I learned a few things from them, and it has all had me thinking.

I didn’t know that Mrs. Parks was an activist and organizer during her entire life. I knew that she hadn’t just gotten tired and refused to get up on the bus; the protest for which she was famous was an organized, strategic decision. But it makes me proud and it makes me feel hopeful that she kept organizing and remained politically active and engaged throughout her life.

And the elegant simplicity of her bus-riding protest makes me think about how important it is that organizers and activists remember how critical communication is to our goals. If we want something that sounds hard, or complicated, the odds are against us. The only way, IMO, to achieve complicated-sounding political goals is by playing super-duper inside-the-beltway politics, where you get your legislative language tucked into a bill somewhere, and at most 17 people understand it.

Last year’s gay marriages in San Francisco might have that elegant simplicity. Who could fail to be moved by the sight of hundreds and hundreds of couples, waiting in line, breathtakingly thrilled by the fact that they were about to get married? Most adults can relate to the emotional idea  that, "We just wanna get married!" Like everybody else.

Sure, we can back it up with 900 civil obligations and benefits the federal government confers when a couple is legally married, and lawyers can craft contractual agreements between people to grant each other a lot of them and blah blah blah blah blah.

And it isn’t that gay marriage is "not" about those benefits or obligations.

But for most people, no marriage is "about" that.

A handful of straight people may manipulate the legal system for marriage benefits for one or both parties. I’ve known a few people who did, either for insurance, or immigration, or in-state tuition purposes. Where that was the primary reason for getting married, it resulted in some pretty awful surprises. And it took a lot of time, money, worry, and energy to get out of it when they realized how very not worth it the narrow goal was, at the cost of being married to someone.

I think, for most straight people, being married is about the relationship they are in, about making a public commitment to a particular path in life, and is about being recognized as a family. In short, being married is about the emotional and social experience of Being Married.

I hope history looks back on those happy couples, and the happy couples who followed in Oregon and Massachusetts and elsewhere, and they are seen icons of change and justice in the world. I hope I have to answer to Lil Smudge and others when they ask if we were there, and why not.

Thank you, Mrs. Parks. It can’t have been easy living life as an icon.

Fruit & Veg Count for 10/25: 2 bananas & 1/2 cup spinach. (And I’m still waking up with leg cramps. Whine.)

 

You can’t really tell from the pictures I’ve posted, except maybe this one from our wedding, but I have some of the palest skin on the planet.

I haven’t spent much time in the sun since I was 15, when I developed an allergic reaction to sunscreen. Technically, it’s a "photoallergic" reaction — meaning that I only get the reaction if I’m actually in the sun. I could slather myself in sunscreen with no problems if I stayed inside after I did it.

At the time, I went to a dermatologist and tried a few different "hypoallergenic" sunscreens, with no luck. After high school, I pretty much managed my sun reaction through avoidance, long sleeved shirts, and the occasional horrifyingly severe sunburn.

But in just under 4 weeks, we are going on our big ‘last hurrah before the baby comes’ vacation. And we’re going to St Maarten. Going to St Maarten and actively avoiding the beach and the sun for the whole week doesn’t sound like fun.

So today I went to the dermatologist for advice. Happily, she had some that sounded useful. It seems that most sunscreens are considered "chemical" but some are considered "physical" blocks. The physical ones are like the thick white zinc oxide creams you remember seeing on parents’ noses at the beach when you were a kid.

Basically, I can’t tolerate any of the chemical ones, even the "sensitive" kind. But those smarty-pants drug companies have found a few ways to make physical block sunscreens that don’t look like a quarter inch of glowing white goop all over your body.

I left the office with two small samples and instructions for buying more online. I have samples of SPF 35 and 60; she thought the 60 was the least likely to give me problems. Whichever I use, I’m supposed to reapply it every 90 minutes.

And no, I am NOT to consider trying to get a "base tan" from a tanning place. Apparently that’s only a good answer for people who tan easily; for those of us who burn easily, all we do is get pre-burnt.

Unfortunately, the nice doctor says that just the sunscreen is not enough for the whole week. I should also wear a burqa.

Ok, not quite a burqa. More complicated, actually. There are companies that make special clothing that rates between SPF 30 and SPF 50. It’s insanely expensive. None of it is maternity clothes.

Nonetheless, I have now ordered: a sarong (UPF/SPF 50+), a hat (blocks 98% UV), large shirt (blocks 97% UV), and knit dress (blocks 98% UV, AND they claim on the phone it will probably fit even though I’m pregnant), and a long-sleeved, ankle-length burqa beach cover-up (mesh, only blocks 80% UV).

I’m still thinking about ordering a pair of pants, which I would be trying to wear like ridiculous low-riders. At least they have an elastic waistband, so I could theoretically keep them up around my hipbones. I also may want to add one more shirt.

I’m most nervous about the burqa-esque beach cover up, in no small part due to the 3 typos on the web page. The thing is made of "Poloyester" (is that recycled vintage polos?). They recommend wearing it over a "sheth" dress, assuring prospective buyers that it is made from "Mesh Fabric that breaths."

And the Fruit & Veg Count for 10/24 is 7/8 of a yummy gala apple, 1/2 cup of applesauce, and 3/4 cup of spinach.

UPDATE: I almost forgot. Ideally, even with all these sun-protective precautions, I should also plan on doing my swimming before 10 am or after 4 pm if possible. Maybe I’ll plan on getting up early and taking mid-day naps.

 

This evening, as we indulged in one of our favorite flavors of brain candy, the newest episode of the genius editing work in the "I Love the 80s" series on VH1, I noticed Lil Smudge moving in a way that felt a little different.

So I looked down and tried to figure out if maybe I could see what he was doing. AND I COULD!

Jill noticed me staring at my stomach, sweatshirt pulled up to expose Smudge’s territory. "Is everything ok?"

"Can you see anything moving? I think I just saw him move. Look over here." I pointed to an area to the right of my navel. (I still have a navel.)

We both stared intently at my stomach for maybe 30 seconds. And then SHE SAW IT TOO!

Smudge did whatever it is he was doing — headbutting me? — a few more times while we watched. Then he quieted down and we went back to our constant refrain "I hope the editors of this get an award and lots of money." Truly. I don’t normally notice sound or video editing (sorry, Tom!) but this team does it so well that we just adore them.

 

According to this morning’s Washington Post — and yesterday night’s evening news, even here in Atlanta — rapper Cam’ron was shot in an attempted carjacking at the intersection of New York and New Jersey Avenues, NW.

I know that intersection well. It was roughly 6 blocks from my house, and during the 1.5 years that I commuted from DC out to AOL, I drove through it twice/day.

It is, in fact, my least favorite intersection in the entire DC metro
area.

The first time I was ever rear-ended, it was while stopped at the
red light at that intersection. That wasn’t the rear-ending that
totalled my car; that one happened several months later, in Virginia. Both were
Friday evening rush hour activities though.

When you exit the 3rd St tunnel going North, you come out on New Jersey. One lane is a forced right, one lane is a forced left, the second-left lane used to be a forced left, but now it just ends abruptly as soon as you cross the intersection. And the two medium-right lanes let you go forward on New Jersey Ave.

Of course these are not well marked. The approaching blocks are also pockmarked with potholes, including the strangest recurring one I’ve ever seen. It was roughly 8" x 18", and every few months would get covered over by a piece of metal held in place by tar and asphault. New Jersey Ave would swallow that up over the course of a month or two.

Happily, I was never the victim of an attempted carjacking while stuck there. Of course, I was driving a 1993 Nissan Sentra. And I moved in near the end of 2001.

 

The Sunday fruit & veg report: 2 apples, 1 gala & 1 fuji (mmmmm, gala, but I thought I should experiment), and roughly a cup of carrots.

I went running around doing errands mid-day today, and didn’t eat as often as I should. As a result, when I got home, I was FAMISHED. It was insane. After eating an apple, a glass of milk, and some whole wheat toast, I had roughly 6 giant crackers slathered with nutella. I just kept eating them. And eating them. And these crackers are roughly 2"x6".

Lesson: No waiting until I’m that hungry. I don’t care if I have to go to McDonalds. Or if I’m not in the mood for any more of the whatever-snack-it-is that I have in my car.

One of the errands involved following up on Lizzie’s suggestion that I find fake salt ("falt" – my word, don’t blame her) to supplement my potassium. Apparently lots of people on the Atkins diet had the same leg cramp issue I’ve been having and this was their successful solution. I could only find it in an 8 oz container, so I have a lot of "no sodium, no MSG" falt.

So tonight, I falted my carrots excessively and then didn’t like the taste. Lizzie had some helpful suggestions on that front too. I’ll be experimenting all week with falting food as I cook.

 

Yesterday, we had a brain candy evening at home. Monster-in-Law was available on-demand, and although this may be damning with faint praise, it is probably J-Lo’s best movie. (Not that I’ve actually seen enough to merit having an opinion.)

Toward the end of the movie, I felt a funny, slight rhythmic movement down where Smudge hangs out, and after a moment, I realized I was feeling him hiccupping!

"Jill! Feel this!"  I grabbed her hand and put it on my belly. "Do you feel that???"

"I feel…something."

"He’s hiccupping! Lil Smudge has the hiccups!"

We still can’t actually see him moving around in there, but it is so exciting to feel him moving around more and more. And very NEW thing we feel or see raises our excitement to fever pitch.

Plus, what’s not to love about a movie where Jane Fonda asks Jennifer Lopez if, rather than marrying her son, wouldn’t Jennifer rather be a pregnant lesbian? (And somehow, the dialogue doesn’t actually come off as being homophobic.)

All in all, a lovely evening. Which completed a lovely day where I ate an amazing and delicious gala apple and roughly a cup of roasted brussels sprouts.

 

It is definitely true that if I don’t have fruit & veggies in the house, I won’t be eating them.

Yesterday’s fruit & veg count is: ~3/4 cup of squash casserole and most of a veggie samosa.

(Unfortunately, all of it didn’t complete the digesting process. That whole toothpaste thing started acting up again.)

But, I stopped at the farmers market and bought a dozen apples and a bag of grapes. The bananas looked old and about to go brown, so I will have to find bananas somewhere else. I’m feeling the effects of less potassium — my lower legs have been on the verge of cramping up several times over the last few days. I may go get some potassium supplements.

Anyone have any recommendations re: leg cramps and/or food sources of potassium other than bananas?

I seem to remember from my younger years that salt helped in the absorbtion of potassium. My blood pressure is great, on the low side of normal, so adding a little more salt is probably safe for me to experiment with in trying to keep the leg cramps under control. That might also help retain fluids — drinking enough liquids being the other suggestion the nurse had for dealing with the leg cramps.

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