• adventure,  fertility,  wasting time

    Fertility Part III of III

    What can you do to become pregnant? We all look for ways to find that one thing that we’re doing wrong so we can change it and miraculously become pregnant. I say miraculously because that’s exactly what it’s like. There’s not any one thing that will bring about a pregnancy (besides putting the eel in the cave), no silver bullet. You have to give up trying in order to succeed. Giving up to succeed is the polar opposite of the American ideal. The American ideal is: We must try harder! Force our position in life! Grapple with our enemies to succeed! Get up before dawn and work out, go to…

  • adventure,  fertility,  writing life

    Fertility Part II

    Allegory of Fertility, c. 1623, Oil on canvas, 180 x 241 cmMusées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels [via] Continuing from my last TMI blog post on fertility, things were looking up. I had a new fancy notebook about fertility and began to chart until my little heart’s content. Three times a day, are we wet? are we dry? are we sticky? If yes, is it half inch, one inch, one and a half or two inch? This went on for the first month and like a mucus fairy, I discovered that I was regular. Like clockwork regular, like set the atomic clock to my ovary regular. Yes, ovary, as in singular…

  • adventure,  writing life

    Cowboys and Indians

    A couple weekends ago I headed out to Wallowa to visit a friend whose family runs a cattle ranch out there (you might be familiar with Carman Ranch, luscious grass fed beef operation that now carries pork [read:BACON!!]). Wallowa is 6 hours (4 hours if you drive like a maniac, not that I would know) east of Portland and in a mildly arid plains area of Oregon. It’s epic ranching land as the Wallowas (dubbed the Little Swiss Alps, the picturesque mountains in the background photo above) provide natural water source to the lake and rivers that run through the county. This is pure country. Indian and cowboy country that…

  • adventure,  maui,  writing life

    A Fond Farewell

    This last week, while I was not writing here, I was on Maui celebrating with my family. My Aunt Ferne passed a few weeks ago and as a result, my family got together and spent a week partying, celebrating her life and giving her one last toast. Yes, it’s quite Irish of us. Scotch-Irish to be exact. Here’s a few snaps from my time there: Blue skies… all damn day long… sigh, so nice. My favorite spot on my aunty and uncle’s front lawn. Yes, that’s their infinity pool. Family playing in the pool. Aunty sporting her British accessories she wore to her daughter’s wedding in Ireland – quite swank,…

  • adventure,  writing life

    A Day for Cars

    Every year on the first weekend in April Portland hosts the annual auto swap meet. There people from all over bring their cars, car parts and miscellaneous auto and non-auto junk (saw a vintage accordion for sale) to sell. There are many diamonds in all the rough, which makes them glow all the brighter. Hubby’s family has been going to the swap meet since time immemorial. His grandfather had a booth (or ten) every year and would sell Model T parts out of it. The photo above is one of those pieces. An after market kerosene “lantern” for the side of your ’20’s or ’30’s Ford Model A or T.…

  • adventure,  wasting time

    River Adventure

    The mighty (and frigid) Columbia River this Sunday – gorgeous! Froze my patootie off this weekend in a couple mile walk (then run at the end when I had to pee…) next to the mighty Columbia River. As  you can see the river was nearly as placid as a lake, the mergansers were just chillin’/eating/chillin’ in the middle of the river, great blue heron flew by me and a Canadian goose was not out with it’s folk flying around in the air honking… I’d like to think it was a she, and she was sitting on some eggs, but it was probably a boy goose looking for some action on…