This is my one hundred and eighty-sixth post.  I think at two hundred there should be a celebration, but I’m not sure what.  The numbers are important to me only as reminders that I have persisted with this task.  I never set out to achieve any particular number of posts, and I can easily foresee

I hate it when God makes jokes.  Yesterday, torture.  Today, I can’t remember what it felt like.  My usual back and foot stuff today, but definitely no flare.  So I guess yesterday was just, mmm, flare practice.  So I won’t forget what they feel like.  Yeah, that’s it.    Hey.  One of the essentials for this 15

Well, this was a day.  I’m watching Design Star.  It is the beginning of the season and I get to watch these people walk all over each other to make the hippest, chic-est, most elegant rooms (and yeah, those qualities may not co-exist well).  These are decorating features that I like:  thick carpets with no sculpting;

People who don’t knit often say “I could never learn.  I’m not patient enough.”  The standard knitterly reply is “Knitting will teach you patience.”  Lesson time!  Remember that lovely green lace I showed off last week (http://essiewb.wordpress.com/2008/06/02/tomatoes-sneezes-and-knitting-lace-in-public/)?  Today I finished the straight part of the back and started the decreases which take place on either

We’ve had the coolest day.  You might even say it was crunk.  (I’m trying to learn some new vocabulary words.  I’m not sure if this one is on the word-a-day calendar yet, but I’ve heard it at home.)  I spent two hours at a place I love dearly, the place where I started and ended

I learned a new term after my daughter reached a certain age:  drunk dialing.  The Urban Dictionary (www.urbandictionary.com) defines a drunk dial this way:  ”To make a regrettable late night phone call after drinking heavily.”  Last night I had terrible knee pain, as I have  had for several days.  It seems to always come at the

I’ve been threatening to knit that Obama banner, and today I did it.  But before you see my unfinished work, check this out:  http://www.nakedsheep.com/exob20soknki.html .  At Naked Sheep you can buy a kit to make socks that declare your Obama support.  The price is very reasonable, and it’s not a difficult knit.  I love creating things

This approaching flare thing is kind of interesting.  I can see symptoms beginning, gradually increasing, and becoming a problem.  It must be that regeneration of the B-cell population doesn’t occur all at once, so the level of inflammation gradually increases and affects more areas of the body.  Previously, I would flare by suddenly waking up

I’m reading a book that is frightening.  Child 44, Tom Rob Smith’s first novel, is set in cold war Soviet Union, and focuses on a law enforcement officer.  The required, institutionalized lack of trust and innocence in this system is the diametric opposite of our American judicial presumption.  The justifications for this point of view are oddly logical,

I don’t go to the beach.  My feet haven’t set foot on that sandy strip between the town and the ocean.  I am too sensitive to the sun, and I’m already in a flare.  Five minutes on the beach would be stupid, fifteen a disaster.  Yet, I insist on coming here year after year, close enough