Nine Out of Twelve Women Agree…

… That most men are lousy when it comes to using sunscreen.

Except for this guy. He uses it all the time.

During our recent foray to the wilds of Bainbridge Island and Poulsbo Mike and I had a little ‘discussion’ about the use of protection… sun protection that is.  Not that we see the sun on a regular basis around here. We should probably call the stuff ‘UV Rays protection’ because whether you have cloud cover or not, those UV rays are just hammering the skin doing their best to cause wrinkles. Oh, and skin cancer. That, too. I try to be really aware of it, especially the wrinkle part because since I was a lifeguard every summer for many years in my ignorant youth, I’ve already damaged my skin pretty badly. Ah, the 1970’s, the days before science took the joy out of laying out in the sun and getting blistered.

Regardless of the skin cancer risk, we’re in our 50’s now and I want both of us to preserve whatever semblance of unwrinkled complexion we have left. So I invest in large amounts of sunscreen. And even though Mike is a grown man who clearly knows how to take care of himself, this fact is only lately becoming evident in his skin protection routine. For years I’ve been the pestering wife, harping on him to slather on the cream, sometimes to the detriment of his delicate eyes. Lord, how he would whine about putting that stuff on. The looks I would get, looks that were completely wasted on me as I bought one kind after another until I found one he would wear without complaining.

Frankly I just could not understand why he resisted my efforts so much. Was it a control thing? Was it denial? I mean, I don’t have to tell him to brush his teeth, or take a bath, or shave, or any of the other many things grown people do without being told. He’s one of the most grown-up people I know.  Could it just be a ‘man’ thing? (I have to tread very, very carefully here lest I be accused of ‘stereotyping’ which, in the political correctness category, is identical to profiling.)

So we had our little ‘discussion’, very politely, of course, while sailing under leaden skies, on our way to the raft up with other cruisers. One of us (me) said we bet that when couples sailed together, it was mostly the wife who insisted on using sunscreen. I don’t remember who said it, probably me (yep). Words like ‘harp’ and ‘nag’ were thrown around without landing on any particular person. We agreed it would be fun to do a little research project to find out. And I thought the raft up would be a perfect place to do it. So I did.

The protection afforded by this life vest is not enough. There must be sunscreen on that tender face!

While we were all gathered for the hor d’oeuvres competition I did an informal poll of the women present. I asked the women who was most concerned about the use of sunscreen while out on the boat: the women, or their husbands (mates, ‘boyfriends’, partners…..whatever)? As the title says, 9 out of 12 women, which includes me, said it was the women who were most aware and concerned about it. Out of the three women who answered it was their husband who was most aware, one of those husbands has had skin cancer which was treated surgically. His awareness level skyrocketed after that.

I had to laugh as several of the women almost rolled their eyes at the question.   “He won’t use it even when I nag”, one woman said. “I’ve given up trying to get him to use it”, said another.  “I don’t even try anymore”. And those were the polite responses that did not include incredulous laughter.  And then there was the interesting gentleman who doesn’t use it himself, but he does remind his wife to wear her hat because he’s concerned for HER skin. You know what’s unfair about that? His skin looks great! How exactly does that happen? There are some things in life that are just not fair.

Mike, getting ‘the treatment’ from me. Photo is by Lee Youngblood. Thanks, Lee!

Apparently I am vindicated, based on the completely scientific and irrefutable methodology I used in this survey.*  I learned how to do this in college, where I majored in science.

No animals were harmed in this process, to my knowledge, and only a few men were insulted. I beg their pardon and remind them to use their sunscreen.

 

* Not really. I mean, yes, I am vindicated, but certain people who are sticklers for the scientific process might take umbrage with some of my conclusions.  I stand by them regardless of such umbrage because I was there and I recorded each answer on my scratch paper. Also, I counted all the answers personally and I’ve been able to count to 12 since I was 5 years old.

Oh, and also Mike is pretty good at using his sunscreen now. I hardly ever have to use it for him.

The Sweet Sorrow of Parting

We’ve been home now for a little over a week and we’re starting to get more serious about selling Moonrise. So far we’ve put her on Craigslist, talked to a few folks on the phone, and shown the boat once. But we realize we need to up the ante a bit if the universe is going to hear our plea for that blue-water cruising boat.

Part of the problem is that we’re struggling with the idea of being….. BOATLESS in Seattle. Or Tacoma. Or anywhere for that matter. I mean, when the weather is nice, Mike and I actually spend a lot of time on our boat, unlike many of the people with boats in our marina.  Those boats just seem sad and neglected most of the time. We go down to Moonrise and hang out, have dinner on the boat, read a few books, pretending we’re on vacation even if we don’t leave the dock. This weekend we plan to be on the boat circumnavigating Bainbridge Island with the Puget Sound Cruising Club. When Moonrise sells, we’re going to have a big hole in our lives. We’ll have to fill it with actively looking for the next boat, but it’s not the same.

So on Sunday we planned to go down and spend the day on the boat, put some ‘for sale’ signs on it, and generally hang around. It turned out to be a lovely day and also the day of the Marine Daffodil Parade! The Daffodil festival is a 79 year old yearly tribute to all the kinds of daffodils grown commercially in the Puyallup valley. There are Daffodil Princesses, Queens, and probably various other royalty. There is a huge parade with floats decorated with daffodils. And Sunday’s marine parade was the culmination of all of these festivities.

I want to say that we are completely in tune with the cultural happenings in the Tacoma area, and we deliberately made sure we were in time for the marine festivities. But I’d be lying. We had no idea Sunday was the marine parade. It turns out we had a front row seat! So we sat in the cockpit and had lunch and  waved at all the duded up yacht people, using the time honored ‘float princess wave’. You know: elbow, wrist, elbow, wrist. Repeat. Man, we’re going to suffer profoundly when this boat sells. At least for awhile.

The theme for this year was 'Don't Stop Believing'. Don't the flags look spiffy? I love the flags.

Loads of flowers on this one!

The Sea Scouts looking extremely ship shape!

These guys had fun with it.

So since it’s causing us so much emotional pain to come face to face with selling this boat, it’s nice when we get to show the boat to a lovely young family and take them out for a sail, all at once. When Laura called and asked to see the boat on Sunday, our first thought was ‘maybe she’d like to go for a sail’. Turns out she did! It was a perfect day for sailing with someone new to the sport. Steady, but not heavy wind, and sunshine. When we sold Saucy Sue, our Catalina 27, we sold it to a young woman named Laura who had a very young child.And here was another young woman named Laura, and her very young child, Mia! It was just a bit of deja vu, as it were.

I don’t know if Moonrise will be the right boat for Laura, but we sure did enjoy showing her off and taking Laura and Mia for a sail. I think Mia is a natural sailor, as you’ll see in this video of Mike during his first stint as a sailing instructor.

Michael’s Pretty Good Day

Orcas with Mt. Ranier

Melissa and I have learned one very important lesson about sailing in the Pacific Northwest: If you think you should go for a sail, don’t hesitate, go. This is the same advice all sailors have been taught for shortening sail: Reef the first time you think about it. Today, I did not hesitate.

For late March, the weather was beautiful: 58 degrees, some fluffy clouds and 7 to 10 knots of wind. I only had a couple of hours after work but it had been so long since we had taken Moonrise out that I knew I would go. I called Melissa, hoping she could meet me. Sadly, she was still working.

With a light wind, and nowhere in particular to go, this day sail was a perfect antidote to the last week of business travel.  I headed out into the middle of Commencement Bay and then began a tack over to Brown’s Point. As I was settling in to the new course I saw what appeared to be really large dorsal fins. Amazingly, a pod of Orcas were cruising into the bay. We do get Orcas in the South Sound but it is a rare treat and I have never seen them hunting in Commencement Bay. I held my course and continued to sail at 3 or 4 knots and the Orcas crossed my bow at maybe 60 feet.

I stood at the bow of the boat, letting Moonrise tend herself as I took the photos you see with my Blackberry. I could scarcely contain my excitement as I took several photos without dropping my phone into the drink.

After a while the pod head out of the bay and traveled further south. If Melissa had been with me, it would have been a perfect little day sail.

Orcas hunting in Commencement Bay

 

Does it get any better than this? I submit that it does not.