Pacific City to Portland

We left our great VRBO in Pacific City this morning, but last night we watched the sun set into the ocean (which is unusual for us East Coasters who only see the sun rise over the ocean.)

It was cold out there, at least for me who has the blood of a snake. But well worth it, especially going back home to Cooper Mountain Pinot and a fire in the firepit, and s’mores.




And this morning we strolled Obie to the coffee shop and stopped to say goodbye to the sand on the way home.





Back in Portland we went to the Food Trucks for lunch. G and I had Nasi Goreng which we haven’t had since Bali  and it was delicious and the people watching was even better. I love Portland.image






After a shower and a napitation, it was back to Em’s for coctails, Corn Hole and cuddling with this one:


The plan for tomorow is to go the the Japanese Gardens, and then to Salt and Straw for ice cream. It is hot here in Portland, and this weekend is supposed to set records here.

Okay. Another great day here in Portand. More tomorrow.




I paid $3.99 so you could read this

Getting up at 3:30 wasn’t so bad. And even though it was foggy as hell driving to the airport, got there without hitting a deer.

(I am the only person I know who has never hit a deer. The streak continues.)

My luggage weighed 32.9 lbs. I won “the lightest luggage” contest among my travel mates, Ira and G.

We got TSA-PRE which meant we didn’t have to take off our shoes, but G got pulled over for trying to bring an Orgain (a meal replacement drink we are fond of) through security. (Travel much, G?)

I conked out on the plane from ELM to ORD. Didn’t even hear Beverage Service come through.

Originally had a tight connection in Chicago (ORD), but t-storms there delayed all planes departing and arriving so no worries about making the plane. So few worries in fact, that G and I got a quickie Swedish Massage for neck and shoulders that unravelled the Gordian Knot of Hell planted there my our beloved trainer, Vince, yesterday during killer sets at the squat rack.

(Never in my life would I have predicted that the words “Squat Rack” would ever grace my vocabulary.)

G and I purchased the mandatory Starbucks drinks and G paid for the mocha of a woman newly state-side from 6 months in India who was all saucer-eyed over just about everything. “I just drank from A WATER FOUNTAIN!”

We remembered what that felt like. (India is hard.)

I bought a neck pillow (we have 6 of them,, at least, at home) and the Vanity Fair with Caitlyn Jenner on the cover. Bought a Kale-Orange drink at Jamba, and walked the length of the B-Gates to try to keep up with G in the race to get the most steps on our Garmins.

Just spent $3.99 for an hour of WiFi on this cheap-o flight. (C’mon United.)

Ira is asleep pretending to read some book about Darwinian Evolution (is there any other?) and G found US Open coverage on her Ipad.

We have about an hour left on this flight, then rental car and off we go!



The Dominant Doe Goes With The Flow

This is a post from 2009. I went into my archives looking for what I might have been doing in early June in some other year. I found this post from 6 years ago. I was so tickled with this one because it has a picture of Fred and I. G and I just came back from his house where we were checking on the progress of a major remodel he is doing to his house. It reminded me that we should plan another kayak trip this summer! Hope you enjoy.

Because I like to control things, and because I dislike indecisiveness, my hunterly friends call me a “Dominant Doe.”

(Apparently if you hunt doe, and are able to pick out the “dominant” one in the herd, you will be able to predict where the herd will head when they decide to high-tail it out of your gun’s range, thus giving you a better chance of shooting one dead.)



I like just like being called a “Dominant Doe” because the alliteration is groovy and it sounds a lot better than “Controlling Bitch,” –lack of alliteration notwithstanding.

But I don’t want to talk about hunting, or bitches. I want to talk about kayaking.

And how much I love kayaking and how peaceful it is out on the water, and how quiet, and how lovely it is to float along, dipping the paddles in every now and then, moving the boat around to get a better view of a turtle or a water lily or a house on the shore.

This past Saturday a bunch of us paddled 10 miles along the Chemung River as part of an outing called River Fest.

(this is me and Fred wearing one of my buffs which he wore for the picture then promptly removed because he said it made him look like a cancer patient, which I had to agree with.)

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In some places the river was deep, in others shallow to the point where we had to get out and portage the boats to the deeper water, and at other points the water got riffly and fast and a little scary.

When I found myself approaching those scary, fast, wavy parts I watched how the kayakers in front of me were negotiating the water.  Much to my surprise, they did it by lifting their paddles out of the water and just letting the water take them where it wanted to take them.

So I did that too, even though it felt weird and strange and wrong not to steer and guide and maneuver the boat with the paddle.  The best way to get through the rough water was to just go with the flow, apparently.

So I learned that sometimes it’s really not smart to be the Dominant Doe.  On the water, at least, it’s best to go with the flow.

Good to know.

The iWatch is Rad

I am an unapologetic first adopter. I don’t wait for the next, and probably better version of new gadgets and gizmos.

I got the first Kindle. I got the first Ipad.

Today my iWatch came. I ordered it on April 10th, the first day it went on sale. I must say I was a little disappointed when the ship date was set for June, but I’m not 5; I can wait. Delay of gratification isn’t a problem.

(I like to think I would have been one of those kids who resisted the marshmallows.) 

It’s a very pretty thing, this watch. I got the sport version with the black band. I am more than pleased with how it looks and feels on my wrist. It looks just like a regular watch. I thought it might be bulky or heavy, but it is light and comfortable.

It was easy to set up, too, but navigating its many screens is going to take getting used to. It’s not hard, just unfamiliar. It came late in the day today, just as I was getting ready for class, so I haven’t had much time to mess with it yet.

There are two disappointing things so far, though, and I should have known this, but my calendar and my email won’t sync because I use Gmail and and a Google calendar.

This is not to say this will always be the case, because Apple made the iWatch open source; but until somebody makes Gmail and calendar compatible with it, I won’t be able to use my watch for those two things. Yet.

The feature I predict is going to make me the happiest is its ability to send and receive texts hands-free. I tested it and this thing can pick up my voice at arms length, so it has lots of “idea capture” possibilities.

For example, I often get good ideas while I am walking Boomer, but I am reluctant to take out my phone and start talking into it as I walk. I also get good ideas when I drive, so I’m hoping I will be able to talk to myself and the watch will record me, and then  I can do what I want with the text later.

There is a little vibration on my wrist when texts and notifications come in. I thought this vibration would startle me or feel creepy, but it’s a very subtle and natural-feeling buzz. I rather like it

In the past few months, I have been hearing the adjective “rad” being used more among people I know. I have never really cared for “rad.” I believe it is short for “radical,” and just like the over-used “awesome,” not too many things fit that honorific.

I try to practice precision of language whenever possible, even when it comes to slang, and since very few things in my day-to-day life strike me as “radical,” “rad” is not a word I intend to take up with. Rad doesn’t seem to accurately describe the opening of a new Chinese restaurant, for example, or the existence of the Smart Car.

The iWatch though, is rad. It creates a  radical way to consume and use media. It is subtle and effective and aesthetically beautiful. It is probably the “raddist” thing to come down the pike in decades.

I can’t wait to get conversant with this thing. I hope to get really good with it to the point where all my other electronics will have to take a number.

Mother’s Day

A Guest Post in honor of Mother’s Day-from “The Mysterious G”

Holidays are complicated for many people and Mother’s Day tends to be one of those “complicated” holidays for us.  Kath did not have a “dream” Mother.  She had a complicated and complex relationship that ended long before her Mother’s death.  She does not enjoy celebrating this day.  Her daughter knows not to send a card or flowers or anything else on this day.  She sent a fitting text this morning that made Kath laugh.

I on the other hand have a “dream” Mother.  My Mother loves to celebrate this day and we enjoy celebrating her and all the love she has brought into each of our lives.  As much as I love celebrating my own Mom, I am not a Mom.  It’s a difficult subject.  I would have loved to have been a Mother, but that apparently wasn’t meant to be.  So this morning as we sat down at a restaurant for breakfast I was thrown by the waitress who was so happy to wish us a Happy Mother’s Day.  I did not appreciate the sentiment.  Why would you say that to someone you don’t know?  If you don’t know someone, you should stick to the standard, Hello.

Just my opinion.


Tomorrow at this time, the Yoga Challenge at Main St Yoga will be over for another year. One of the Challengers, and a fellow blogger, posted this on her blog today. She’s a terrific writer and her words touched me. Quite the testimonial, no? Thank you, Brittany! Much love.

Goodbye Ordinary

Today is day 29 of the Elite Yoga Challenge. It’s been a breeze this year. The hardest part has been juggling the kids and traveling for childcare on days that my wonderful fiancé can’t make it home from work in time.

I haven’t blogged daily this year (obviously) about the challenge. At first, I meant to. But then I came to the realization that I didn’t need the accountability like in past years. I simply NEEDED the yoga and the companionship from my yoga tribe. So I decided to be intentionally selfish and soak it ALL up myself instead of sharing it. “Be selfish to be selfless”. That sort of thing.

Now that it’s almost over I’ll admit that my (almost ever-present) anxiety is starting to flair up. I have issues. There are 59 days until my wedding. My to-do list for said wedding is still pretty long (though I…

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How many streaks are too many?

I want to start another streak. A yoga streak. I need to get my personal practice back. Bad.

The other day I subscribed to Udaya so that I would have lots of classes to choose from and no excuses. My pre-streak started today when I woke up, took a hot shower, slathered myself in coconut oil, put on my yoga togs and walked to Sandy’s class.

Hip openers were on the menu today, and they were sweet. I so appreciate being able to take a class, and not have to teach all the time.  I took Lisa’s spot in the back corner. Now I know why she likes it back there. It’s cozy, you’re under the skylight, and you have the illusion you can’t be seen by the teacher.

(You’re wrong of course, but it’s still nice to pretend.)

I am counting today as day 1 of what I hope will grow into a 108 Day yoga streak.  But it won’t be an official streak until Day 10, which will be April 29th, just as the Yoga Challenge is winding down. *Fingers crossed.*

(I have written extensively about how to start streaks, pick streaks, the benefits of streaking, and what to do when your streak ends.)

The only way I can stay consistent with anything is if I make a Streak out of it. Today is my 60th consecutive blog post here, for example. Even if I wind up writing drivel some days, I am going to see how long I can keep this going.

I am also tending a meditation streak and this week I will hit 80 consecutive days without a break. (Previously, my longest streak was 120 days.)

I am also back to writing in 750words. Here’s what my homepage looks like today:

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My longest streak on that platform was 1029 days. I have just about every badge on that platform except the NaNo badge. Next month I am going for it, which will entail writing 50K words in 1 month.

What this means is that I will be tending 4 streaks simultaneously: Blogging, Meditation, Yoga, and 750words.

I love how these streaks both structure my days, and add value to my life as they keep me aligned with my highest goals and aspirations.

But I also know the more streaks I have going, the greater the probability that I will bonk. It’s like juggling. Two balls are easy, it’s when you add the third and the fourth balls that you court disaster.

Disaster here I come.