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.
Huh. Apparently it’s Friday. That’s not crazy at all.
The hard and the good are pretty much all the same things this week.
Except for the hedgehog part. Everything hedgehog-related goes straight to the good category. At least right now.
The hard stuff
Body is creaky, tired, achy.
Body is older.
This whole upcoming birthday thing combined with all my routines having disappeared this week is leaving me feeling uncomfortable in my skin.
I can’t wait to get back to walking, tramping, dancing, moving, stretching, all of that.
Everything is older. And more tired.
Not once did I get carded this week.
And then six different people asked me if I have kids, and told me how haggard I look, in the same sentence.
Oh and at the grocery store, the cashier told me, “Get some rest, okay? I’m worried about you.” And I told her I was running away.
And then she asked if I had kids and I said no and she said, “Oh, that’s a relief.” And the other cashier said, “Just be safe.”
Hitting the no return point of tired.
You know, when you’re just mumbling to yourself.
And when total strangers feel the need to intervene.
Emergency Vacation is ending and Inowanna!
The past three days of Emergency Undisclosed Location Vacation (aka Going Dark) have been so wonderful.
I don’t want to come back.
No. That’s not true. Of course I do. I miss my gentleman friend and my clients and Hoppy House and the Playground.
But oh for some more of this. So sad.
The good stuff
Emergency Vacation was just the thing.
Of course it was. It always is.
The hotel, the drinks, the view, the spaciousness, the being alone.
It was all so good and so perfectly what was needed.
I hung out with Cairene and we ate yummy street food.
And then I sat in a cafe and wrote.
Sitting in the sun, walking in the rain, going to the bar. And writing.
Why can’t more days be like this?
Transitions, once they’re actually happening, are okay.
My birthday is Monday. And I’m always over my pre-transitional-freakout by the time the day itself actually rolls around.
So if I can just get through the next day or two of over-thinking everything, I’ll be in party-mouse mode.
And the good part about getting older.
A couple more years and people will maybe even stop asking me about Bolivia all the time.
More of this vacation thing.
Not just scheduling it. Actively taking it.
I have a plan. And it is a good one.
To all the good things.
I have a hedgehog!
He is a toy hedgehog and he is cute as a button. Button!
But that’s not his name. His name is Scootch. I will take a picture so you can meet Scootch.
He is the most adorable and the most soft and I love him. Scootch!
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 brought to you by all the suits at my hotel who kept flooding the bar at unlikely hours, so I had to go Emergency Vacate in my room, which is way less fun.
I would have called the band Booze to Go, but I’m pretty sure that already is a band.
Flock of Bastards.
Or FOB and the Watches, as they were known in an earlier incarnation.
You can catch their show anywhere on the west side of the river. The weird part?It’s really just one guy.
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.