Friday chickenIn 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.

Friday? I do not believe you. I also do not believe that it is July.

But okay. Fine. Let’s say that it is. I guess we could chicken then. Let’s do it.

The hard stuff

A less-than-24-hours vacation is NOT a vacation!

I had a mini-holiday that was lovely. Lovely!

But so short.

Over before I’d even started softening into the idea that I was there.

Annoyances, grumbles and irritability.

So many things getting on my nerves.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.

Not getting done any of what I’d planned/hoped.

And somehow it’s Friday already.

An awkward, horrible, stupid conversation.

Not with you. You’re fine.

People who don’t want to adapt to a situation when adaptation is both the obvious answer and the only viable solution.

My stuff. It comes up.

Sleep-deprived.

Or really just sleep-disrupted.

Uncomfortable.

Massive internet hangover.

Despite the huge amount of assembled information in the Book of Me about why I need to be very judicious when it comes to how much time I spend online and what I spend it on…

I forgot. Or fell off the wagon. Or something.

But I went on an internet binge that left me feeling dazed and miserable. Surprise.

And it took way longer than usual to clear out and come back to myself.

The good stuff

Sunday Parkways.

A three hour Sunday Parkways walk in North Portland.

Stopping at a park to sit on the grass.

Watching adorable chubby naked children gleefully dancing around in the various fountain-like water-spurting structures: JOY.

Watching unsuspecting passersby (mostly the oblivious parents of frolicking children) get bombed with water from the highly unpredictable water-spurting structures: COMIC GOLD.

Walking in the streets was beautiful. The freak flags were flying. There was a pirate. Can’t wait for the next one.

Super exciting roller derby bouts.

Away games = much yelling at the computer screen while streaming the bouts.

Rose City’s Wheels of Justice went to Philly for ECDX — the East Coast Derby Extravaganza.

They got beaten by Gotham but put up a good fight. And really, everyone gets beaten by Gotham. Oh, wait, not anymore. Thank you, Oly Rollers! Thank you, Rocky Mountain!

Plus I got to see Scald Eagle line up next to Bonnie Thunders on the jam line. Double swoon! My two favorite skaters in the world, outskating each other!

But then things got even better with was Rose City’s impressive take-down of Philly (the Liberty Belles!) — our skaters held them scoreless for TWENTY THREE minutes running. It was pretty great.

That’s the number five ranked team in the western region handily beating the number two team in the eastern region. In case you’re ever talking to one of those people who think the talk about west coast derby culture is “just hype”.

Marriage equality in New York.

It’s official.

And beautiful.

Not that Bonnie Thunders even knows who I am. Yet. But that’s not the point, is it. Civil rights! That’s the point. Yes.

Vacation! I love it!

Even though it was just one day (okay, less than one day), and purely symbolic, it was just beautiful.

The drive was outrageously beautiful. The hotel was lovely. I had a brutally great massage. There was bourbon. I was happy.

We are the rose city! (You can’t stop us!)

So yeah, it was a terrible, horrible, humiliating week in the world of football, which I shouldn’t have even brought up. But it’s rose season like crazy right now so I’m thinking about roses and how we’re the Rose City, and then all the football chants get stuck in my head.

Anyway, ROSES! My goodness.

They are everywhere! They smell incredible! Every day I meet a new one and fall in love.

Lovely foods from the Hoppy House garden.

We are eating well here at Hoppy House.

Strawberries and blueberries! Wonderful beets! Peas and beans and broccoli and lettuce and so many delicious things.

Frauen WM!

Local football might be having a tragic week but it’s the Women’s World Cup right now and I’ve really been enjoying the matches I’ve seen.

Though it was kind of hearbreaking to watch the North Korean players doing the whole Arrested Development Charlie Brown saddest slump-walk ever as they came off the pitch.

Wait, here’s Tobias doing it. Even better.

Anyway, World Cup. Yay!

The Shiva Nata sneak snack preview picnic call yesterday.

So much fun!

We had over two hundred people. Despite the fact that I totally bailed on all the things I was supposedly going to do to spread the word about it.

The smart, thoughtful, useful questions and insights were flying so fast on the Chattery that I couldn’t even keep up (luckily there’s a chatroom transcript for everyone).

So many amazing people! Such a pleasure!

Thank you, everyone who was a part of it and who helped spread the word.

And if you want the recording and chattery transcript, you can still sign up and get it.

Things I’ve been looking at, reading, enjoying obsessing over this week.

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 kind of a bluesy group:

Chandelier Fetishist

Catch them at the festival. Buy their new album. And don’t tell anyone but it’s really just one guy.

That’s it for me …

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

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

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.

p.s. It’s okay if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — you can join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.