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small perfect moments need recording too, part II

Miranda Hart is my hero
Miranda Hart is my hero

Dear Internet,
I am coming down with the plague. It’s been hovering like a helicopter parent for the last few weeks and doing nothing but pissing me off while making me feel like crap, so double bonus! Throw in some blood wolves rage and I’ve got all the bases covered.
Being a female is BRILLIANT.1
While I drugged up heavily this morning, my vapors to-ing and fro-ing, leaving me to finally woman up and make an appointment with my doctor tomorrow for the good drugs. I also canceled my plans for the evening, which makes me sad, but I am feeling like death warmed over and I’d rather make it up to them when I’m feeling 100% rather than shuffling to their house with scarf around my neck, Vapor rub on my chest, and Kleenex up my nose.
I was, however, having a good spell earlier this afternoon, while the drugs were coursing through my veins, so I opted to still meet up with Sara for lunch. No amount of wasabi in on my sushi could clear my sinuses, I’m that stuffed.
Sara and I had planned this day for while now, with her being a new mom and my schedule so weird, and getting together with her is always hard. I debated about ditching her after lunch and coming straight home, but her charm won over my sniffles and we ended up having a grand time over the course of the day.
I was able to exchange recently purchased bras for new ones that fit — and if someone can explain to me how bras purchased six months ago, at the same weight and size I am now, fit just fine then AND now but the same size purchased a few weeks ago does not, please let me know. In the exchange, I had to go up a band size and am now a 44DD. Sara thought it was cute since I could still buy “regular bras.” She’s a 40F.
Tit slings, gotta have ’em.
We made pit stops through various stores, while I stocked up on items I’ll need for the upcoming year. I’m in hoarding mode right now, and yes this still a teaser until I get official words on things. WHICH STILL HAS NOT HAPPENED. But once I do, I’ll fess up to what’s going on.
To top off a rather grand day, I picked up Le Kabob for dinner. Cut me open and my veins will bleed hummus and whipped garlic.
Despite the rain, and the cold (how is it May 1?), and the sniffles, today was the second grand day in a row. While it’s rare to have a great day, it’s a unicorn fart to have two in a row. I’m being mindful to write down these days so when I go head long into depression again, I can use them as touchstones. I always need reminders to be grateful.
I took tomorrow off because of the plague, and with my late scheduled doctor’s appointment, that means I get to sleep in late, which I haven’ t done in weeks.
It looks like a three bender is going to happen.
xoxo,
Lisa

This day in Lisa-Universe: 2012

1. Actually, it is BRILLIANT. Just not today.

small perfect moments need recording too

The house where I spent 12.5 years growing up.
The house where I spent 12.5 years growing up.

Dear Internet,
As I have some hours to burn before my contract ends, I’ve been arranging schedules to make the most of my last few months at work. Today was one of those such days where I took a half-day to spend the afternoon with TheHusband. You know, kind of like a date.
We recently purchased a membership to Meijer Gardens to get in on their summer concert extravaganza as it would be way cheaper to buy the tickets and save zillions on convenience fees. We ended up with tickets for Ben Harper & Charlie Musselwhite, Rodrigo y Gabriela, G. Love and Special Sauce & Keb’ Mo’ Band, and Lake Street Dive. We were looking at double that number to attend, but prices start to get crazy inflated. $150 per ticket for Santana? Do we look like DeVos’ here?1
While the shows don’t start until June, we decided to use our new membership to see the Butterflies in Bloom, the yearly exhibit at the Gardens, since this was the last day. It was — underwhelming. Except for the butterfly orgy, which was taking place everywhere. Then obviously I had to spend time looking up the mating rituals of butterflies and mind = blown that male butterflies have penises.
Do not ask me how I made it through high school science because seriously, half the time I do not know myself.
Spring is still struggling to get out of her own cocoon, but we’re getting there. Some early spring flowers were in bloom around the outside of the main buildings at the Gardens, but it was too wet and still too cold for serious walks, so we continued on with our day.
We made a trip to the YMCA to update our billing info and then headed to the Grand Rapids Public Museum, which was right down the street. I haven’t been to GRPM in almost a decade, and with the new LEGO exhibit, this seemed like a good time to go.
GRPM was also a bit underwhelming as many of the exhibits I saw ten years ago were still in use. The LEGO exhibit was neat in that a certified professional LEGO builder recreated famous architecture, but the supporting smaller exhibits were a bit meh. Ye Olde Tyme Grand Rapids is always a big kick to see what the city was like, but again, not much had been updated in the last decade. They did, however, do a more indepth “where are you from” to cover the different cultural groups around the city, and it was a pleasant surprise to see how diverse the city has become AND is getting. But the fact this place still remains run by old, crusty, white Dutch dudes tells you how the attitudes need to change even if the landscape has already shifted.
Since the walks through the two museums did not take long, we had time to hit the main branch of Grand Rapids Public Library for TheHusband to obtain his library card and me to pick up holds. They have been rearranging and cutting back so much at the main branch, I barely recognized some areas. The Dewey Cafe was completely gone, replaced by vending machines and the periodicals room seemed to be barely hanging on. I was there to mainly scout out materials I will miss when I leave MPOW, like BBC History Magazine. It seems GRPL does not carry the magazine, which means I have to get it elsewhere on the cheap.
Stopping at GRPL and not having the same services I’m used to at current position just underscores there will be four main things I will be desperate for when I leave MPOW:

  • Unlimited access to the OED
  • No fines
  • Magazine routing from the collection
  • Extended loan periods for materials

We headed over to the Downtown Market for dinner, but nothing was catching our interest so we headed over to our regular spot, Brewery Vivant, instead. After dinner was consumed and we headed home where we settled into our evening routines.
And here we are.
x0x0,
Lisa

This day in Lisa-Universe: 2012, 1998


1.Mayhap only people in the grand city of Grand Rapids will get this joke.