Dudes!
What a beautiful weekend. I’m going to abbreviate this somewhat so I can go do some knitting.- I’m doing this heating pad and Motrin thing for my shoulder, and mostly it’s tolerable during the day, but when I awake every morning, I consider limb-removal a serious option. It needs to go away right quick. I hate taking medicine.
- Saturday morning after coffee, I ran to Lunds in Uptown. You know who grocery-shops at 7am on a Saturday? Old folks. And crazy people. I’m both. I’m finding it hard to resist the lure of live plants lately; I came home with the mini pussywillow I’ve been eyeing for a while now. I have decided I’m at critical mass for plants until I have a new surfact to put them on, though. I need a bench to put by the windows in the dining room. It looks empty. Oh, wait. It is empty. Here are spring bulbs and cat grass and cat, and pussywillow, which has since found its way into a real pot. What the hell, here’s another one of the place too. What do I love most about my apartment? The sun.
- I cleaned like a maniac. I went to the Y and forced myself to use a machine that did not allow the use of the arms. I won’t lift til my shoulder is better, either. I went for an hour without even starting to get tired, which was awesome. I called Homie and told her it would be criminal to not have lunch in the out-of-doors, so we did that, along with the rest of the entire city of Minneapolis. We saw an honest-to-god cowboy at French Meadow, too. I couldn’t believe it.
- I went to Marathon Sports for new super-expensive-and-worth it walking shoes. The entire city of Minneapolis followed me, because the place was insane. However, I did get 20% off because i’m 3day girl. Rock on. I was going to tell you about my car issues that commenced at that very moment, but I realized it’s more than I want to write right now. I’ll save it for later. You will laugh, I promise.
- I met Wendy and krew at Lake Harriet. They were doing three times around, but I was only in for a lap, due to the morning stint at the Y. After that, I spent too much money at Target (it’s a tradition), came home for some more indoor-gardening, then went to the parents’ for free laundry and clucking over the fact I have another tattoo. Will it ever end??
- This morning, I sprung forward and woke up late. But not at late as everyone else, because we were pretty much the only people at brunch(fast) at 9am. It seemed a little cold to sit outside, but ended up being almost too warm. I felt drunk on sun. I could’ve sat out on the sidewalk on Lyndale Avenue with my cappuccino and watched people go by all day.
- But I didn’t. I went to walk around the lake instead. I hate that I can’t do the 5ish miles from my house and around the lake without having to pee, and the bathrooms there don’t open til May 1. I’d really rather wet my pants than use one of those port-a-potties, because at least I won’t get hepatitis from myself. Anyway, there’s a little more open water on the lake, and the ice has turned dark blue instead of white. When I got to the pavilion, my need to pee propelled me down Lake Street towards the restrooms at Calhoun Square. As I rushed through Uptown, I thought about how much I missed city-walking. That’s when I remembered I’ll be in LA in 5 days. YESSSSS. I zigzagged my way home from 31st and Humboldt to 36th and Colfax, thus realizing that I live exactly diagonal to Lake and Hennepin.
- I came home and laid on my love seat in the sun. Sigh. So nice. Then Stephanie called and insisted we go for a walk, because it was too perfect outside. I informed her, dude, I just walked 5 miles. I need to go buy me some bananas at the co-op, and perhaps even get me some coffee. Halfway to the co-op, I called her back and said, OK, it’s too perfect to not be outside. So we walked around Lake Harriet. Ha. We put ourselves together a little picnic at Calhoun afterwards, and I laid on a blanket in the sun and listening to the craziness going on around me. That lake in the summertime is one of my favorite places on earth. There are the hordes of bikers standing on the side of the road near their bikes, trying to look as badass as possible while envying all the other motorcycles driving past. There are always at least four cars with the pounding bass you feel more than hear. There are people yelling, ducks quacking, planes flying low overhead. On a side note, why is it always guys playing football or catch or frisbee, and chicks sitting on blankets cheering dumbly at them? We decided to bring a football next time we go. On principle, if nothing else.
- I got me some sunburn. That’s just preparation for California. I promise I’ll wear sunscreen there, as I’m of the northern-European variety of human.
- I was invited to see Har Mar Superstar at First Ave tonight, but I’m a little worn out from the sun and the 8 miles. Speaking of 8-Mile, I saw three dudes today who were dead-ringers for Marshall Mathers. Huh.
- ARE YOU READY?? Here is the first photographic evidence of a real live Sea Monkey. Trust me. I like to think he’s the original, but it’s hard to tell them apart yet. I swear to god, I actually bought a special bottle of distilled water at Target for my Sea Monkeys, because it was strongly recommended in the Sea Monkey Bible. No, I’m not too into this.
- Uh, no shit.
- I miss my baby. It was nice of him to go get LA ready for me, though.
- The only search worth mentioning today: show me cock.
Jenni