I helped build this.

Ziggy's slide show of cob house with living roof construction.
http://small-scale.net/yearofmud/2009/11/10/the-year-of-mud-cob-house-picture-slideshow/

Last night, a guy slapped me on the ass. He was my dart partner for a tourny. It wasn't copping a feel; it was more of a "go get 'em, girl" encouragement while I finished the game with a 3 round, 9 dart out. Playing darts in competition is replacing my other lost sports.

I've lost weight. My knees feel better. I lost a shoe size - I guess because my feet aren't as flat or my toes aren't as chubby. I went down another pant size. So, with some new clothes acquired, I have to get rid of clothing in the spirit of the 100 Thing Challenge. I'll go through the closet tomorrow and cull the herd.

I've been playing darts with intermittent progress. I'm going to play in a blind draw tourny tonight - or maybe not. I'll go down and see what's happening. The bar is a smoker and I hate smelling like smoke afterwards.

In the category of "what was I thinking?" I almost asked a gal home last week.

I've been re-reading "Inevitable Illusion" for some insight.

At the butcher shop, today, I had a small sip of a local cab-shiraz. Delish. I picked up a bottle to take over the holidays.

The gutters must be done tomorrow. I must climb the ladder. I can do it.

I picked up a new scent from Aveda last month. Nice. I hardly wear perfume, but I'm feeling girly.

I'm also planting the bulbs (daffodils, tulips, gladiolas, and the nekkid ladies) in front of venus.

I managed to get a few shallots out of the garden with another harvest of parsley, oregano, and thyme. I'll be drying herbs this week.

It's Saturday night. Have you hugged your loved one tonight? Do so.

I actually bought a needle and threads to reattach some of my buttons and sew a couple seams. Normally, I would turn everything in to the cleaners for tailoring by the seamstress. I just told myself that it was within my skill set to sew on a button. Also frugal. Next thing you know, I'll be darning socks the correct way instead of just saying, "Oh darn!" and tossing them into the rag bin.

Fascinating.
Psychology Underground: http://www.slate.com/id/2235474/pagenum/all/

Imagination is more powerful than Will.

Discuss.

Item: Change. Da Boss has taken an SES job. He is leaving us. I've been with him for 11+ years.

Item: The new drug (humira) is WORKING! I have more mobility in fingers & wrists by late afternoon. Still have morning stiffness. Have acute pain, but not "baseline" pain. Not dancing a jig just yet, but being cautiously optomistic. Still practicing good judgement and continuing all the lifestyle changes.

Item: I've accomplished another of my (career) goals for 2009. I'll review to see what is possible for the remaining time this year.

Item: My presentation on Monday night at Vincennes University had about 140 people.

Item: I stopped at a local coffee store in a small town in Illinois and got a great tip for a scenic drive. Fabulous!

Item: I managed to get a project done last weekend. (under the nice cut tag - cuz nothing says lovin' like an lj-cut!)

Item: Also baked biscuits last night.

( weekend projects - garage and baking )
Yum!

With butter and honey. Strawberry jam.

Day trip to Vincennes, Indiana. Think I may forgo the interstate and drive IL-1.

Gorgeous!!

I attempted to mulch up the leaves today. I raked/mowed upwind to leave a clean lawn behind and then...the wind shifted. Changed plan. The wind shifted. Repeat. I surrender. Maybe a big wind will blow tonight and remove the rest of the leaves from my yard.

I just finished a granny smith apple from the grocery. It's origin was Washington State. The taste was extremely tart but not too unpleasant. Its skin was thick. The flesh was dry and extremely crisp; almost tough. It was a difficult eat.

The local apples I normally eat are thin skinned with soft textured flesh. Sweet juiced. Some tartness.

The difference was startling.

The above is simply a note to the local eating phenomenon.

note to self: when throwing a handful of nuts onto your breakfast oatmeal, check to make sure they are not wasabi coated snacks.

in the mirror
is a martyr
dressed in red
practicing an illusion
of control
in a world
that is uncontrollable
unknowing, unseeing
playing a role
determined years ago
wondering what happened
to the revolution
humming a melody
in a crazy dream
where everything
is under control
awakening in the sun
set on fire
burning
and in the ashes
a single red flower blooms

G'morning.
( Picture Post )

I could really use a couple of cosmos about right now. Ice cold. Straight up.

oh great. my hair is falling out.

It's a side effect of the medication which affects the "fast growing cells" in the body.

Fashionable hats. Deltan head bands. Or maybe I'll go with buddhist chic.

Going to look at 40 acres about 75 minutes from town. $3600/acre. No improvements. No buildings.

Satellite from Goog

During a walk in the neighborhood, my neighbor who had the apple and pear trees I used to forage from stopped me for a chat. I had offered to prune the trees but he decided to cut down the pear and the apple trees. He left one apple tree in the far back corner (It's deep on his property so I didn't know it was there). He was wondering why it didn't fruit this year. I told him that apple trees need to cross pollinate and there weren't any other apples close so the remaining tree probably wouldn't bear fruit. He was disappointed. Oh well.