Friday chickenBecause it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

Seems like just last week we were figuring out what happened in our week — oh wait, we were. That’s tradition for you. :)

I’m ready for a weekend nap, but there’s still a good chunk of Friday left.

Since I’ll be running around like a madwoman this week, cleaning hysterically for Passover, this may be my last nap for a while. No, scratch that. I insist on napping. There will be napping. Amid the hysteria.

The hard stuff


One of the unfortunate side-effects of physical pain is that my annoyance threshold is perilously low.

Not that the things that are annoying me aren’t legitimately annoying, because they are, but I’m much less equipped to take them in stride.

I can’t tell if I’m less willing to take crap from people or if there’s just more of it, but …

It’s making me a little rant-ey.


A lot going on in my business. A lot going on in my conscious, contemplative, complicated “healing process” thingamabob. A lot going on at home.

Add to that my constant requests for my brother or my gentleman friend to help me respond to comments here on the blog, or to scroll for me when I want to read something online

It’s just hard right now.

The good stuff

Roller Derby!

A couple of killer all-star matches against Seattle, and I didn’t even lose my voice! Though it was close.

Our B all-star team — the “Axles of Annihilation” (!) — destroyed the Rat City B-team 150 to 88. Admittedly, the Seattle team also has a terrific name: “Rain of Terror”, but it didn’t help them.

The showdown between the Rose City Rollers all-stars “Wheels of Justice” and the “Rat City All Stars” was even more tense and agonizing and wonderful.

For one thing, it was the first league-sanctioned match between the two teams ever. Seattle had been ranked 6th nationally, and Portland 12th or so — depending who you asked. The final score was 148 to 134 for Portland. Upset!

Much screaming ensued. Now I have a couple of weeks to recover and get in shape for cheering again.

My duck has a new friend.

As you will recall, last week we had a visit (by iron horse) from my uncle Svevo.

chickenHe’s pretty much the best giver-of-presents that I know, so I wasn’t surprised by the jar of homemade pickled string beans or the gigantic bag of potbelly-stove-roasted walnuts.

But he also brought a special present for Selma. It’s a chicken. Not a real one. A toy wind-up chicken who lays vitamins. It’s all very confusing. My duck has a chicken. But it works. Somehow.

Big help for my arms.

I had an amazing craniosacral session with this woman named Cobalt, and it was astonishingly great. She got my arms to start talking to me again, and they’re giving me information like crazy. They still hurt. But at least we’re talking.

Then I was working with Carolyn and her fantastic PSYCH-K stuff. And for the first time, I’m really hopeful and even excited about the changes that are being forced into existence through this experience.

Will share more about this later. Yay! End of tunnel ahoy.

Big crazy system changes.

I’ve brought someone in to work with me at home. Which is crazy, because I’m used to working with virtual assistants and never seeing anyone.

But I need someone to click for me and scroll for me and be another set of hands. It’s forcing me to be super-focused, extra-structured, and just plow through things that need to be done.

So I’m loving it. Loving the systematizing, loving the routine, loving the genius ideas we’re coming up with. Again, we can talk more about this later. For now I’ll just say that this is miraculous and I’m full of new energy for my work.

And … STUISMS of the week.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who takes pleasure in misunderstanding me.

Some of the gems from this week:

  • “energetic a little” instead of energetical
  • “Procrastination Dissolvable medic” instead of Dissolve-o-Matic
  • “prayer geezer” instead of priorities
  • “The Smart Mrs.” instead of smartnesses
  • “it’s about being president” instead of It’s about being present
  • “Dana the Spacey Princess!” instead of Dana the Spicy Princess
  • “We can hang out on torture” and “We can hang out on tour there” instead of We can hang out on Twitter
  • “By the fact that Africa” instead of by the fact that I freak out
  • “Emergency Combing Techniques” instead of Emergency Calming Techniques

But I find Stu’s delightful Freudian slips even more powerful embarrassing:

  • “If I let go of my anchor” instead of if I let go of my anger
  • “In the heart” instead of in the hard

Come on, Stu. Stop revealing the inner workings of my subconscious, you acetyl!

That’s it for me …

And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.

Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.