Have you ever taken one of those free online tests that have word problems interspersed with geometric puzzles and the like? In the end, the insightful computer program is supposed to tell you whether you are inclined to the visual or the verbal. I have taken two of these tests and, on each, received the irritating pronouncement that I am “right in the middle.” I was also offered an “in-depth personality assessment” for just $29.95, but, as I declined, I can’t say with any certainty what that result is supposed to mean.
Since I’m feeling kinda talked out right now, and the Lupron is making me borderline incoherent (please tell me it’s the Lupron, people, please), I thought I’d express this post in pictures. Perhaps it’s what the in-depth personality assessment would have recommended.
The photos (the product of my Unemployment Celebration Spending Spree camera) each captured a moment of gladness that I want to remember: something to grab onto with all ten of my short fingers, to hug like a teddy bear, in case this IVF is a failure.
This is Archimedes, my alarm clock and companion for eighteen years and counting.
We were sad at not finding the big bald eagle colony that evening. We were getting cross, bickering over a map, when we came across this beautiful egret and a hundred white birds, all apparently posing for the camera.
We stayed until it was dark. I took 200 pictures. Klamath Lake, Oregon, October 2004.
Archiemedes being curious. I think she knows when we've been seeing other birds. We hang our heads and try to explain that we still love her best.
True love in Utah. Jeff loves to hold the camera at arm’s length and snap us smooching. He usually manages to shoot the pictures right up my nose. Near Arches National Monument, August 2004.
For the last time: my father's Christmas tree above the antique mechanical carnival "board" in the living room of the house I grew up in. My brother will be taking over the tree duties next year, and the board will be in the nether reaches of San Bernardino County, in a matchy-matchy tract home full of matchy-matchy furnishings, but at least it'll still be. My dad thought nobody would want it, and he was planning to have someone throw it in the trash for him. Los Angeles, December 2004.
Bluest and placidest thing in the history of blue and placid: Crater Lake, Oregon, October 2004
First tomato seedling of 2005: Pink Odoriko
Great Egret wading underneath the Hayward Regional Shoreline Interpretive Center, August 2004
Freesias have taken to our yard.
As have the volunteer bluebells.
Nasturtiums are trying to take over, with our blessings, but they have blackberry vines and ivy to contend with. Clearly overmatched.
Calla lilies are also fond of our yard. Very fond. WEED fond.
Freesias cavorting with our potted heavenly bamboo
Right around CD1 of another awful letdown cycle, this was Mt. Lassen National Park near sunset, with a bonus rainbow. It was a Tuesday; we were the only people there. October 2004.
And again with the leaves. But there was this ray of light, and this one leaf, and everything else was really dark, so I had to stop and shoot it, and Jeff was really irritated because of the mosquitoes…
And if I can't have my own...well, at least I can
p.s. I’m giving up the ghost on calling my husband “J”. His name is Jeff. Not exactly unique and instantly identifiable; what possessed me to hide it? In fact, his whole name is so generic that I could give it to the CIA on a hot terrorism tip and they would still never find him.
p.p.s. If you like pretty pictures of flowers, check out Wavery’s fabulous Garden Porn.