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.

Yay! The first Chicken of the New Year.

Better already.

Which is good, because this week was pretty intense, and I’m feeling a bit dazed.

Let’s see what happened. Hmmm.

The hard stuff

No weekend, again.

Thanks to the mad tech problems with reopening the Kitchen Table after dry-dock, I worked the entire weekend and so I was already burnt out before the week even started.

Not good.

Feeling like the guy from that yiddish parable.

You know, “it could always be worse!” and then he ends up living with sheep and goats and guess what, it is worse.

Like that. :)

Every time something got unbroken, something else broke. On a deadline, with a hundred people waiting. No sooner would we say march back to square one, then square one would crash and we wouldn’t even have that anymore.

Incredibly frustrating.

Body unhappy.

Actually it was me unhappy which lead to not sleeping which lead to body unhappy which lead to sleepy, careless accidents.

Twisted my back moving desks at the Playground, sliced my knee, two papercuts and another back-related thing.

We forgot to hand out the valium in the welcome packets again.

Since this is the third year in a row that I’m running the Kitchen Table program, and I already know that everyone goes into mad freakout mode the first week, you’d think I would be expecting this.

Oh wait, I was.

It’s just that I thought everyone else would also remember this.

The patterns. They are predictable.

Normally I find this phenomenon…interesting, entertaining, fascinating, intriguing.

This week not so much.

No movement on the one thing that really needed movement.

Between the chaos and commotion of the week, the one thing that really needed to happen didn’t.

Which means that a bunch of other things are going to have to move and change.

Pretty sure that something good will come out of the chaos, but I don’t know what it is yet.

Valium for everyone! On to the good.

The good stuff

A zombie yule miracle.

Against all odds we really did manage to get the Kitchen Table open on Monday.

Even though the day before so many things had been broken that it seemed like there was no way out of the mess.

I credit the the wonderful round-the-clock emergency work of our dedicated tech genius. And the Very Personal Ad. And the helper mice!

Huzzah! A big source of worry turning out to be okay.

Fun! With clients.

Now that I’m out of my own end-of-the-year dry dock period, I was back to seeing clients all week and it was so much fun!

Much silliness and laughing and intensely creative solving of problems and destuckifying.

It was really just a pleasurable thing, and I was happy to be back to my routine.

Movement! And momentum.

Like finally moving some of the 3-ton desks at the Playground. And fixing lots of things-that-needed-fixing.

And getting new rugs.

It looks absolutely gorgeous. But mainly I feel inspired by this burst of movement.

Obsessing over spirographs again.

It really is the most shivanautical thing ever.

Thanks to Claire for sharing this. Wow.

A day off! With a friend! When does that ever happen?

Not just a day off, but a day full girl talk and pizza-eating and hilarity.

And hanging out at the Playground, of course.

Oh, how I love Shannon. You should too. She’s marvelous.

Bill Bailey introduced me to the possibility of using the word spatchcocking as a descriptive insult.

And now I can’t stop.

This may have saved my week, because it brought on a fit of the giggles, and that was so exactly what was needed.

Fabulous Rallying of Rally coming up in 3, 2, 1!

This Monday is a special Rally that I’ve been looking forward to for ages.

Selma and I get to meet some of our favorite people ever, and it is all VERY exciting!

And only one more week until Roller Derby starts up again.

I’ve seriously been going out of my mind without derby bouts to watch.

We’re sponsoring Guns N Rollers again and I’m so thrilled for this season that I can hardly stand it.

If you’re in Portland, come next week! And wear pink and black, or I’m not even talking to you.

Seriously, come find me — I’ll be the one in the outrageously hideous (but glamtacular!) pink and black camo faux fur mini-skirt, probably holding a duck.

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:

Pig-Faced Tyrant

And it’s the worst band in the entire world. Oddly enough, it’s actually 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.