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[dc]I[/dc] decided I needed a pair of Chinese mediation balls over the weekend (aka Baoding balls, stress balls, and so on). This led to an amusing search on Monday evening, because I can’t ask a salesperson, “Excuse me, but where do you keep your balls?”

Baller. Image via Amazon.

So. I had to find Chinese mediation balls on my own.

And by on my own, I mean Stephanie drove me to a few places to look (I focused all of my mental faculties finding these mediation balls. I couldn’t drive in such a state. Also she picked me up from work).

Three places later, which felt like a million and a half, I found a pair of mediation balls. Three places may not seem like a lot to you, but for me, looking for an item at more than one store is an extravagance. The object(s) of my search may as well be on Mars at that point.

The meditation balls were at the last place I looked. Of course it was the last place I looked, because otherwise I would still be looking. What a dumb phrase, “It was in the last place I looked!” WELL DUH. Any place you find what you are looking for will be the last place you looked, by default. Unless there was wormhole nonsense involved. Or maybe clones. Or clones with wormholes.

Anyway.

The Search led us to an Asian market in the East Lansing-Okemos Neutral Zone.¹ I thought for sure I could find a pair of mediation balls there, but no luck. What we did find though, was some tasty Asian cookies to give out as wedding favors. I have no idea what they will taste like, but Stephanie fell in love with them (and they fit our wedding’s theme: Adventure).

Thirteen bags of Asian cookies in hand, but still ball-less, The Search continued.
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