A rare (for me, these days) interlude in Lansing today, which means I was up at 5:30, out the door an hour later, driving through drenching showers 20 minutes later, work/meeting/lunch and finally to the office-furniture store by early afternoon. I was there to buy a used Aeron chair, and yes, I’m expensing it, because that’s how awesome my job is.
It’s absurd, how happy this chair makes me. I’m not the sort of woman who lives to string jewels around my neck or Mercedes up and down my driveway, but good, functional design makes me happy in a very fundamental way.
Speaking of which, I wonder how Deborah’s doing at Beaver Brook. I’m looking forward to seeing how the bathhouse turns out.
On the way home, I stopped at a farmers market for some fruit. I was after peaches and blueberries, but also picked up a cantaloupe and, after a little thought, some of the first apples. I always feel a little bad about the first apples of the season. It means summer is drawing to a close, for starters, and because peaches always are my favorite, the joy I take in the first apples always feels a little like cheating. Yes, cheating. I heard an interview with Mandy Patinkin on Q, Jian Ghomeshi’s radio show, and he said he lives almost entirely in an imaginary world. As a person who feels guilty for cheating on the peaches in the fruit bowl, I identified.
Man, those apples were good, though. It’s a bumper crop this year in Michigan. (Cheap ho’s.)
Two medical stories to get your blood pumping today: Four Tennessee infants get rare bleeding disorder because parents refuse routine Vitamin K injection, and a Texas megachurch is ground zero for a measles outbreak. Freedom! Natural!
Off to explore my library’s Freegal music site. Have a good Wednesday, all.