June 15, 2015

Hips Fest hangovers are the worst.  I appreciate most fests, mind you, but when I wake up after having gone to a Hips fest, Life is just a teensy bit harder.  Gold plated troubles, I know.  I got going (as in I got out of bed to go push that button on the coffee maker) without too much trouble and sadly recalled the troubles of losing my pictures.  Sean Roper spent a great deal of time trying to help me locate those missing pictures/video this  morning, but they seem to be lost.  However, I compared this sort of thing to Real Problems, so on a scale of 1 to 10, I’m pulling a sweet 15, I know. 

I’d cancelled my meeting with my friend (to help me look at jobs in Europe whilst speaking German) to make a doctor’s appointment, so I did just that – called and made a 2:30 appointment to get my eyes checked out.  I’d noticed they were red at Hipnic – then this weekend again, immense redness and scratchiness (with no excuse of alcohol, what could it be?)  I had checked online last night and found that “sudden red, painful eyes” was a symptom of glaucoma!!  Shit.  What would my Hips friends do if I started smoking pot?!?  The thought was almost debilitating.

It was just about time to get going…new kombucha had been made, flavored kombucha was sieved last night.  Off to the docs.  The thoughts are (it was resident-in-training and a doctor) that it was an allergy – WHAT?!?!  The only correlation is the Hips – I jest, of course, because it has been lurking for a while.  I got an Rx (though it was an OTC medicine, so we’ll see how that goes).  

 

The circle grows ever closer to closing:  today I bought a pair of Birkenstocks.  I have yet to drive the bus with them, but soon.  I also noticed today that my calendar has the Grateful Dead show in 2 weeks.  I think the circle will then be complete.  Wait – no – impossible, because I do shave…but not all parts of The Dream must be realized to make it so, am I right? #almosttherehippiesquare

On this day of laziness, I thought of sushi so many times, but it’s me, right?  I didn’t get nachos, but that delicious carnitas burrito done *just right* instead, and saw a family I know.  Headed home when I remembered I needed dogfood and then stopped by a store where one of my favorite high schoolers works (he just graduated).  I made a vow to buy shorts for HSMF and decided I should probably get started on the quest, so he helped me.  See, my love of nachos and carnitas and All Things Tasty prevent my body from carrying such clothing in a nice, flattering way.  I have given up the chore (it really was) of looking appealing for “A Man”, but I still do not want to wear clothing which pinpoints dromedary-type parts of my body.  I ended up a getting a long skirt, which keeps all camel parts hidden.  Yay, me.  Home to some unhappy dogs who have started eating my (shelled) almonds and walnuts.  Oh, lordy.

Pictures:  Lizzie resting in her room after our weekend adventure; My first pair of Birks!; Hips down, Grateful Dead await; My dogs enjoy eating nuts.  Their risk of heart disease decreases with every steal.