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Infertility Awareness

So, it's Infertility Awareness Week, I hear. I am never quite sure what 'awareness' day/week/etc is supposed to accomplish because, usually, I think most people are 'aware' of the existence of the thing. Kind of like those 'Got Milk?' ads - who hasn't heard of milk?! Who hasn't heard of infertility? But maybe the point is for people to be open about their own personal stories, so that those within their circle of friends and acquaintances start to see it affects more people than they first thought, or in different ways than they assumed. (Infertility I mean, not milk.)

Infertility is defined differently depending on your age, so I would say we have fallen into the 'infertile' category three times in our married life (including right now). If you are under 35, you are considered infertile after 12 months of trying to conceive; over 35, you get that label after only six months of trying.

So in brief, our fertility experience:

April 1999 - marri…

Very brief foray into CASA program

All over town we see billboards (and occasionally, when we watch actual TV, commercials) promoting the CASA program - Court Appointed Special Advocate. They include the tagline, "Be a child's voice in court," and on the surface the program could not sound more useful and helpful. The idea that a trained volunteer could go into court hearings for a child in foster care and speak for that child is very appealing. We don't feel like we can foster right now, for various reasons, and so I thought perhaps becoming a CASA would be a way I could help out with the foster care system.

I applied, and then had to go out to Boonville, our county seat, for an in-person interview. That wasn't too bad. Training started last week. There are 30 hours of training plus you have to go and observe DCS hearings in person for a minimum of three hours. My first training session was last week. There were nine of us there - all white, middle-class women, average age probably around 45 year…

Something about 'Mary'

I came across this clip when perusing General Conference (LDS for "super boring 2-day meeting every six months) videos. This one is from 2007, but somehow I'd forgotten about it or maybe I never saw it.


In this, Julie Beck, president of the women's organization at the time, talks about a woman (whose identity she chooses to 'protect' by use of the pseudonym Mary although apparently she's been dead 100 years or so) who enjoyed a cup of coffee on occasion, as did some of her ten children. She lived a "good long life," but Julie bursts into tears because that coffee habit kept 'Mary' out of the temple and led to 9 of her 10 children falling away from the church, and thus, many of her descendants live without the great blessings of the temple as well.
Oh, so many issues here.
Tears. The tears for coffee. Please. There is a time for tears. This is not one of those times.
Where is the atonement in this? 'Mary' is held 100% responsible for w…

flowers for Desmond

Desmond died in July, and we'd been gone to Montana (etc) for two weeks right before that, so our vegetable garden was pretty much in ruins last summer. We decided to rip it all out and plant flowers instead. In the fall, we planted bulbs that would come up this spring, leaving space for annuals we can soon start from seed as the daffodils and tulips die away.

We have two large raised beds, plus another smaller one and other planting areas around the yard. In the large raised beds, we planted bulbs. We learned in previous years that our local squirrels love to dig up and eat tulip bulbs before they've sprouted, so after planting, we covered both beds with plywood. It disturbed me a little at first to see them all the time - like two caskets out there in the yard, reminding me of my son and my sister. However, when I started to think of it as a waiting game for resurrection, I didn't mind them so much. This is how they looked when we first uncovered them.


Our first bouquet w…