Since cherries are more delicious to me than goat's whey, I am trying cherries at the rate of 20 a day. Yum! I started on Friday. I spent the weekend with a nonfunctioning right hand, so I felt I hadn't given the cherries the fair start they deserved. I feel pretty good today, just a little sore, so we'll see how it goes. At least I get a scrumptious snack out of it. That's more than I can say for my traditional meds.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Like most people with rheumatoid arthritis, I am still on the quest to discover how to live most days completely unconscious of the place where my bones meet. So....in frustration with my new tweeking of meds (no more methotrexate, as my lungs are unhappy), I have decided to try something out of an old book I had laying around for years, "Foods That Heal" by Dr. Bernard Jensen.
Friday, January 28, 2011
My first art lesson assignment was to draw white objects so I can see the values. Bring them back to him for inspection. He did not "give a shit" what I had done before. Well, yes, sir. I have begun drawing a couple of pics (one each day). I wonder if he will find them acceptable. I see messes on each.
Today I am attempting a coffee mug and saucer. We'll see how it goes. I wish I had more time to do this because I really enjoy it. My problem is that I really enjoy many things and can't seem to pare down anything. What will it be today?...drawing, knitting, bunnies, programming, reading. The list goes on and on.....and, oh yes, there's the house stuff.
|Crumpled Napkin on Dashboard|
|My favorite Salt and Pepper Shakers|
Thursday, January 27, 2011
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1. Love and accept. I will love and accept those in my life for whom they are, not whom I wish them to be. Lord, help me with this one.
2. Write regularly. Write everyday is what I would like to do, but writing Monday through Friday is more realistic.
3. Spin some wool. I love the feel of yarn. Thank you, Mr. Biggles.
4. Be a shepherdess. Care for my flock.
5. Paint, paint, paint. Get those ideas out of my idea book and onto canvas. I started lessons with a man that owns a tattoo parlor in town. He is a regular Mr. Miyagi.
6. Ishmael by Daniel Quinn. This is the best book I've ever read. Hands down (Thanks, Katbird). Everyone I know will get it as a gift. Why don't I hear more about it? I just don't get it.
Six is cool for now. This list may be amended. :)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
As I wait for English Angora Lady (as I dubbed her on my phone) to call me back, I look for other things to do. My knee has other ideas for me today...stupid RA....and has deemed today a "cane" day. That's cool. I just have to be creative. Mostly, though, I find that it just stresses everyone out around me and they just yell at me to "Sit down and rest!"--- lovingly of course. I patiently sit propped up on the couch recliner and wait for everyone else to walk out the door, getting on with their day. That buys me three hours of time to get stuff done as the house goes to crap on these kinds of days. Really, it buys me time to sit and groom Mr. Biggles for a bit before my Hubby comes home and says,"Isn't that Elizabeth's rabbit? Shouldn't she be doing that?"
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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Monday, January 24, 2011
So began two months of researching, note taking, and uTubing rabbits. One thing became evident. People can become obsessed with anything. I was no different. I had become enamored with a particular type of bunny that was dual purpose - a pet and potential big ball of yarn. As a knitter and an admirer of useful things, I fell into love with Angora rabbits. The English Angoras were irresistible to me with their cute curly ears and fluffy bunny butts. Elizabeth, being desperate to get any type of rabbit, fell in love too...or at least she pretended. In spite of their high maintenance, I was willing to devote 10 years or so to these little fuzzy guys in exchange for access to a free supply of wool.
Enter Mr. Biggles. I first spotted him on a bunny webcam (yes, there is such a thing). He belonged to an Angora breeder in Arkansas and he was not for sale. Elizabeth and I spent about a week watching him and his littermates bouncing around on top of each other. I cannot imagine a cuter spectacle. We were so smitten that we had to tell his owner how much we enjoyed his bunny cam and we had actually made up a "pretend" name for one of the bunnies he was keeping. Well, I guess he took that to mean that we would like to buy that bunny because Mr. Bunny Webcam Operator was willing to part with "Mr. Biggles" if we were serious. I summoned up the appropriate funds and (without telling my husband, as he got me into this pickle in the first place) I made arrangements to retrieve my, I mean, our bunny. Elizabeth and I picked him up in Waxahatchie, TX on a Saturday in January.