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.

What a week. It got mostly taken up with Passover and related stuff.

Well, at least the house is clean.

And Ez made what might be the best potato kugel I’ve ever tasted. And since we all know that no one makes better potato kugel than I do, this was a hard thing to admit.

But it was that good.

It’s the little things. Again.

The hard stuff

Oh, Maddie.

For a long time I was addicted to reading Mike Spohr’s blog The Newborn Identity because I was madly in love with his baby girl Maddie.

Keep in mind that I’m not exactly a baby person. It’s not like I spend my time reading daddy blogs for fun. Well, except for BHJ.

But this one I would have read under any circumstances, just to keep seeing pictures of Maddie. Sweet Maddie.

But Maddie died on Tuesday. And this is such a crappy, hard, sad, impossible-to-comprehend thing.

You need to read this post from back in October. It’s one of my favorites. Man, what a genuinely ecstatic smile. Maddie loved being alive. You can just tell.

And, if you like, you can send love to Mike and Heather by donating to the March of Dimes on their The Spohrs are Multiplying blog.

I love you, Maddie. Too bad we never got to meet in person. LOVE.

You can’t write about the “hard” after someone loses their baby.

Loss. You know? Everything pales in comparison by a factor of … of … a factor of a lot.

And since all the hard things in my week were especially superficial this week anyway, I am an ass for even having this section. I mean, to hell with plumbing disasters and stuff like that.

But since my original commitment with the Friday posts was to share the trivial and the mundane as well as the Big Stuff, here I am.

No farfel?!?!

I realize that it is a little thing. A very little thing.

But there is no freaking farfel to be had in all of Portland, Oregon.

And Passover without farfel (unless you happen to be in Israel where farfel does not exist but where it does not matter because there are lots of other good things to eat) is just ridiculous.

Gah. I am farfel-less.

It’s the little things.

The good stuff


Keren, my best friend from Israel, called this week and we spent a couple hours on the phone catching up.

Everything is better when she is around.

And it looks like we’ll both be in Berlin at the same time this fall. Huge sigh of relief.

Also, we talked about my friend who is dead and I didn’t cry. And I realized that I’ve managed a whole week without crying. For the first time since … July. Since I heard.

So this is also something that is changing. Something that deserves a place in the good stuff.

My arms: they are (slowly) getting better.

Guess what? Yesterday I forgot to take my anti-inflammation pills.

You know, the only thing that makes it stop hurting. I forgot.


And I wrote a grocery list! By hand! And did not say “ow” even once.

Improvement. This is fantastic.

Junk food day!

Things have been kind of crazy, as you know, and last weekend I was craving some serious decadence.

And keep in mind, that when you haven’t had caffeine or sugar in nine years and are generally the most healthy person you know, it isn’t easy to be decadent, even when you want to.

Well, you can try, but then you fail miserably and don’t even know it until someone else points it out to you.

So I have to share this conversation I had with my brother in the checkout line at the co-op.

My brother: Whoa. There is a bag of organic blue corn and cayenne tortilla chips in our cart. Someone must have put it there by mistake.
Me: No, I put it there.
My brother: Seriously? Who are you?
Me: I just declared it Junk Food Day!
My brother (jumping for joy): Yay! Junk Food Day!

And then we ate tortilla chips. And Brie. And black olives. It was out of control. My gentleman friend tried to point out to us that there are plenty of people in the world who do not consider any of these things to be junk food.

And I was all, but look, I’m only eating something with no nutritional value only because it tastes good! And then he gave me that look.

Fine. Someone’s crazy. I just don’t see why it has to be me.

Okay. I guess it’s me.

And … STUISMS of the week.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.

Some of the gems from this week:

  • “This is completely Admiral” instead of this is completely admirable.
  • “Catholic evocation” instead of Biggification
  • “grew tight people” instead of guru-type people
  • “I think she’s a tractor trailer” instead of I think she’s a terrific writer.
  • “I have Norma’s respect” instead of I have enormous respect.
  • “a non-soldier induced” instead of nostalgia-induced
  • “cleaning up Cecily” instead of cleaning obsessively
  • “the goal is not to get that big egg” instead of the goal is not to get the gig
  • “we make money on R.’s” instead of we make money on ours

And let’s not forget Stu’s revealing Freudian slips. What an acetyl:

  • “I’ve been accused of that” instead of I’ve been okay with that.
  • “which triggered ulcers of other fears” instead of which triggered all sorts of other fears

Oh, and these two bits just from today’s post:

  • “I just declared it to include Bayer!” instead of I just declared it junk food day.
  • “and debris” instead of and brie.

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.

The Fluent Self