Because 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.
Is it Friday? I couldn’t tell.
Also, I don’t want to talk about it.
But here we are. Friday Friday Friday Chicken Chicken Chicken.
Hopa! That was me tossing a shot glass over my head.
The hard stuff
Busy busy busy busy. More busy.
There’s just a lot going on.
I want a nap! I want to be tucked into bed! And to have someone bring me tea, please.
It was colder in Portland than in Alaska this week.
Come on, weather.
And then the heating stopped working at the Playground.
The day the Rally (Rally!) was supposed to start.
Chaos and confusion, much waiting around, and then some poor guy had to spend three hours on the icy roof taking care of it.
I know I escaped 99% of it because of the Great Ducking Out, but bleargh.
There was so much ambient cultural crappiness in the air this week. So much grumbly cranky resistance and unhappiness. It’s hard work just being around that, even when you aren’t actually in it.
Mack the Wife is not going to get better.
My poor laptop is on its very last legs. It is time to do something about this but I keep not doing it. Total denial.
Speaking of denial, I’m not ready for December.
No idea where this year went, but man, I need to magic up some time to take it all in.
The good stuff
The Great Ducking Out.
It really was that great.
Well named, me.
At the Playground!
Shivanauttery and epiphanies and projectizing and blankets and silly hats and superpowers and pie!
All the lovely people I got to spend time with at the Playground this week.
What a joy!
Absolutely delightful people. Full of smart, interesting ideas. I’ve pretty much just been giggling the entire week.
Doing things my way.
Instead of falling into the pattern of my usual Thanksgiving plan of run awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Taking the time to consciously set things up to be sweet. That was useful and important.
Also: I got to enjoy a hilarious, fabulous picnic on the Playground floor, with twelve fun people and extremely good things to eat.
It’s a thing we do at the Playground. It involves being really terrible at tossing stuffed animals and making whooshing sounds. It makes me happy.
The Rally isn’t over yet!
Usually we end on Thursday evening, but we started late so this time we’re going all the way through this afternoon.
More projectizing for meeeeeeeeeee! Plus some of the Rallions promised/threatened to bring growlers of beer to help us projectize. Best. Ever.
I discovered a new superpower.
That I have.
Which actually turns out to be not new at all, but I didn’t know I had it, so it’s extra neat.
And … playing live at the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
This week’s band is the unfortunately named…
Catastrophe Catastrophe Disaster
They stick with what they know, I guess. Except it’s really just one guy.
And some of the lovely presents that arrived this week.
All sorts of neat things from the Rallions. And special Rally pie from Casey.
And a monster pillow from Karen (thank you!).
Probably other things as well, but I haven’t been to the post office because it’s minus seventeen million degrees outside and also I’m at the Rally.
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 day and a restful weekend-ing.
And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.
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