Head In the Clouds


Will be mostly offline this week to take in some clean mountain air and beautiful vistas with the best guy on the planet bar none. Hiking at altitude (8,500 feet) and romantic wine and cheese picnics at sunset, by the way, are among the many things to do when one is not:

  • in infertility treatment
  • fighting morning sickness
  • changing baby diapers or
  • keeping little ones from clobbering each other

See, I can look at the bright side of not being able to have children. Here are two scenes we enjoyed this past weekend (and that white dot is the moon rising in the second shot). More of the same on the docket the rest of the week.


I’m off now to repair my relationship with Mother Nature (and that’s not an easy thing to do given just how badly she pissed me off in the baby-making department).

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22 Responses

  1. annacyclopedia

    August 11, 2008 4:15 pm

    Looks so fantabulous, PJ. Hope the week is wonderful and you enjoy all the bright sides of life without kids. And I also hope that you find a bit of healing with Mother Nature – she’s a good one, even if she does make mistakes sometimes.

  2. Alacrity

    August 11, 2008 5:23 pm

    Hi PJ –

    Have a GREAT time!

    I am looking forward to walking at Rancho San Antonio before too long…one of my favorite places near you!

  3. smarmoofus

    August 11, 2008 7:19 pm

    Enjoy your holiday! For the record, I am impressed… I couldn’t “hike” from my car to the public toilets at a rest area at 8500 feet (8640 feet, according to the sign I photographed) when I was crossing the Continental Divide in May. Walking from my car to the toilets and back gave me a great deal of distress. (I had tunnel vision and my vision went dark and spotty… and I was traveling alone! I had to drive myself down without passing out. It was very scary.) But enjoy your hiking. *bright smile*


  4. Sweetpea

    August 12, 2008 12:33 pm

    Oh, that sounds like such a wonderful getaway. From the look of the photos, Mother Nature is breath taking. I’m obviously far from an expert in coming to terms (work in progress), but I think it’s so important to keep reminding ourselves of the great things we can enjoy even though – or even because – we can’t have children. Sure, it doesn’t make up for the loss, but it is the other side of the coin and one can never have too much appreciation of the good things in your life, no matter what form they come in. Enjoy!

  5. Karen

    August 13, 2008 12:39 am

    What beautiful photos! I hope Mother Nature brings your perfect weather. It’s the least she can do after what she’s put you through.

  6. Louise

    October 19, 2008 2:51 pm

    I am so glad that someone is actually writing about their experience in such an open and blunt way. Reading your blog is really helping me.
    I have just found out that I have Adenomiosis (similar to endometriosis) and the only way it can be “cured” is by a full hysterectomy.
    I am 21 and completely devastated. My brother’s baby is due next Monday and I absolutely hate him! Awful of me to think and feel like that but is true. He is 19 and my two brother-in-laws have has daughters at age 19 and 20.
    I can’t help but feel that this is all so unfair.
    Me and my fiance had planned for a child, yet my family have gone out and brought into the world 3 beautiful children by accident. Two of them were not even wanted to begin with.
    Sorry to rant but I’m sure you are one person who will understand my feelings.
    I am going to attempt my own blog, to try and help myself get through this.
    I would appreciate it if you would take a look in the next couple of weeks.

    Thank you for all your honest writing.

    • Pamela Jeanne

      October 19, 2008 7:03 pm

      So sorry to hear, Louise, about your Adenomiosis and the related “cure.” My heart breaks for you — especially amid all of the family drama and “accidental” children. I will definitely drop by your blog. Just know you have my support and understanding.

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