what i’m not doing

“Most of the stuff that got us into trouble was perfectly legal…”  President Obama said that last night.  I missed him on the Tonight Show.  Sleep is very high on my agenda during this flare.  I’m sorry I missed his appearance, because I always feel reassured when I hear him speaking to the public.  I [...]

twittering in your lingerie

holy cow, i am having a morning!  it’s just “a morning” because i have to divide the “great” from the “crappy”; this morning is both.  you know about the crappy already, no need to reiterate.  the great part is that it seems like all the humor rises to the top like beer foam when i [...]

the war escalates

i hit the wall today.  no caps because my fingers are stiff and sore and it takes extra reach and force to hold down the shift key.  my wrists, shoulders, elbows, ribs, hips, knees and feet also hurt.  my cheeks are red and hot to the touch.  my feet are so stiff that i have [...]

My Body at War

Happy to be back.  That’s me.  Back is here, writing.  I write all the time in my head, unfortunately without that electronic connection to my printer that would allow it to be printed out.  Even better would be a line directly to my laptop, so that my posts could be written straight from the brain.  [...]

Wool, Alpaca and Cashmere, Oh My

Today I had lunch with a friend.  That sounds so ordinary, and in a way it was.  We made the date, we confirmed it this morning, we met at Olive Garden and ate and talked.  There was lots of laughter and second helpings of soup.  But this was a reunion of sorts.  We haven’t met [...]

The Habit of Angora, or Making Art with a Lupus Brain

People always tell me that I’m easy to entertain.  I’m also easy to satisfy.  This morning I got up at 5 and ate a granola bar so I could take some meds.  After the drugs took hold, I bathed, put on my big girl panties, and went to town.  By the time I walked into [...]

Pain Management I

This is me, in pain.  The right knee is throbbing and full of fire.  The feet don’t want to touch the floor.  They scream at the slightest pressure.  The stomach is upset from pain medication.  The legs are swollen to above the knees.  The left median nerve sends electric shocks through the wrist, into the [...]

The Right Music, The Right Yarn

This is my 250th post.  Who’ve thought I’d have this much to say?  If I didn’t live alone, would I be talking to the computer?  Yes.  There’s no one that can be your audience for everything.  I’d certainly wear out a roommate or family member with my knitting ruminations.  The last time I travelled, I [...]

Ball Winders and Grocery Store Carts

Nah, na-na, nah, nah, I’ve got a new ball winder.  And it’s red.  To be honest, when I saw the package on my porch, I hoped it was Kimono Angora, but having the ball winder is good, too.  I could only partly wind my hank of yellow and brown sock yarn, enough to complete the [...]

In Which a Yarn Induces Obsession and Wild Pronouncements of Love

I am in love.  I didn’t plan it this way, and I certainly can’t afford a new obsession, it just happened.  Remember the Kureyon striped tote that I knitted?  This afternoon I took a leftover ball of the yarn (colour 182) and began to knit a wrap.  You’ll see the wrap in a more developed [...]