In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
The high point of this week was eating spicy cheese curds in a bed that both President Obama and Bruce Willis have slept in. Though not at the same time.
That may also have been the low point of the week, it’s kind of hard to say.
The hard stuff
The roller derby bout against Chicago.
Windy City played fine. If fine includes throwing a lot of elbows. Rose City, on the other hand, was a mess. We played like we were permanent residents of the alternate universe where we’d already lost by a hundred points.
The last two minutes redeemed the whole thing. But aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.
What a train wreck.
Depletion and exhaustion.
Yet again I overestimate the gap between almost out of gas and completely stalled.
Tried to run away on Emergency Vacation and it didn’t work.
Oh so many mistakes. So much pain about the mistakes.
That was the theme of the week.
Nudnik at the bar.
Talked my ear off.
In related news: I’m opening a bar for introverts.
Force field troubles.
That’s never good.
Massage therapist: “Wow, so you’re really, really tense. So much tension here.”
Me (in my head): “Hmmm, I wonder why that would be. It can’t be because I’m launching five businesses and everything is behind schedule and my staff have either quit or are two minutes from having a gigantic mental breakdown, and it’s all on me to make this happen. Oh, wait. That IS why.”
Very upset about a thing.
And not sure what to do about it. Feeling helpless, vulnerable and frustrated.
And I’ll silent retreat the rest.
The good stuff
The last two minutes of the bout.
The last jam.
When Scald Eagle decided that winning had to happen
What followed was the most miraculous, spectacular, exciting, heart-breakingly gorgeous comeback in the world of athletics. Possibly in all of time.
Go immediately to the boutcast video and start at ONE HOUR AND NINETEEN MINUTES. And then watch it a bunch more times.
Also note that when Randy Pan says that Rose City can still pull it off, he does not actually think there’s a chance in hell it’s going to happen.
Those two minutes. Hall of fame.
I sneakily won an ebay bid in the very last second before it closed. While on the train. Oho!
Spontaneous joyful play time..
I was walking down the street to do a nice thing for myself when I ran into Chuck and she kept me company!
Epiphanies like crazy.
Thank you, Shiva Nata.
Thank you, mad processings at the Floop.
Found a clew
The nudnik had a clew for me.
A night away from it all.
That helps too.
Gott sei dank.
Found the shoes I’ve been dreaming of.
Well, not so much dreaming of as wishing they existed. They do!
Last pair. In my exact size. Half off.
They are crazy gorgeous. And I am just ridiculously hot.
Rally starts on Monday.
Hooray for Rally (Rally!)
It’s going to be amazing.
Also this will be the first time that Rallions get to use the brand new Playground in addition to the former Playground (now the Caboose).
Help and support from friends..
Thank you, Mechaieh for the beautiful package (and wow, calligraphy!) of playground presents.
Thank you, Danielle for endless schlepping.
Thank you, Chuck for drawing The Most Beautiful Map ever and
Playing live at the meme beach house — it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
Background? Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once translated “people will hate me and be jealous” to “they’ll hang out at my Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.
This week’s band is named for the happiest little girl in a stroller:
Fistfuls of Dandelions
Though, of course, it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
We’re getting ready to re-organize the shop so if there’s something you’ve been wanting, you should probably get it now. The copy is kind of terrible copy, because I wrote it three or four years ago. But stuff you get is amazing.
That’s it for me …
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We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. And we don’t give advice (unless people specifically ask for it).
Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.
p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.