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.
Man, I am so ready to crash. Except that I have to make it through Roller Derby Finals. Watching them, I mean.
Yes, most exhausting spectator sport ever.
Anyway, here we are. The week that was.
The hard stuff
Afternoon at the dentist! Ayeeeee.
Hard and painful and hurt-ey and expensive and stressful and uncomfortable.
Do. Not. Like.
Not being able to recover from the afternoon at the dentist.
So I don’t know if it was the anaesthesia (grrrrr, dreaded diphth*ng).
Or maybe HSPs (Highly Sensitive People) react weirdly to x-rays. I don’t know.
Or maybe it was just getting all shaken up and having my stuff come up.
But this week I was not myself.
Like, it threw me off of ME. And then I didn’t sound like myself all week and wrote posts that were very not-like-me and it was weird.
And I felt just kind of off. As in, off-balance. But also off like when food is off. Yuck.
Plus, all the things that normally bring me back to myself like Shiva-ing it up or meditating or yoga were just not acting like themselves either.
And there’s more dentist coming up, so now I’m worried about that too.
We got destroyed at Derby.
Watched my roller girls (the Guns N Rollers) give up a forty-point lead … to lose by eighty three points.
To the Betties.
In the semis.
I had been thinking a lot about having Shiva Nata sponsor them next year. But now I’m totally doing it.
So I guess that brings us to the good stuff.
Because yeah! Shivanauts doing Derby!
The good stuff
Whoah. I’ve been doing this for a year.
So the one-year anniversary of this blog happened Tuesday and I totally missed it.
I have no sense of time going to the dentist made me loopy.
So I’m celebrating now. Mostly by rereading the first post and shaking my head.
Given that I was hoping I’d last more than a month, I’m willing to go out on a limb and call it a raging success.
Also, it made me and my duck internet famous. And we got to meet a lot of fabulous people.
And what the hell, I have fun doing it. Especially on Fridays.
Speaking of which, yay, Friday Chickens. Which, you’ll note, we’ve almost done a year of as well. Crazy.
A neat present.
So one of my clients from a while back is on a gratitude run.
Which is awesome because gratitude does all sorts of nifty things even when you don’t feel like it.
But also because it means I get presents.
She sent me an enormous box full of little wrapped gifts that have instructions about which date I’m supposed to open them on.
And each one is a thank you for something, but the sweetest part is that each one acknowledges a quality that I myself don’t appreciate enough.
Like, “I know you really like elegant solutions to things so …”
And I think, wow. How does she know that?
I did a thing that scared me.
I don’t want to talk about it but I’m really proud of myself.
Fresh homemade pita bread!
My gentleman friend is unbelievable.
I have never, ever had someone make pitot for me before. It was weird and cool and sweet and they were fantastic.
Also, he found blueberries growing in the back yard. In addition to last week’s surprise strawberries.
I’m telling you, Hoppy House is a dream come true. It’s everything I asked for plus a bunch of wondrous surprises.
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.
My favorite this week was the ten times I tried to get him to say “just so you know”, which is something I say all the time.
But no. Stu was all, “just say no” and “I’m just eating out” and stuff. Stu!
Anyway, here are the rest of the gems from the week, including his random capitalizations and occasional acetyl Freudian slips.
- the absolved Romantic instead of “the Dissolve-o-Matic“
- gun outfit gleaned instead of “an outfit cleaned”
- tell Meany about him instead of “tell me about it”
- little Pokey Blitz instead of “little poky bits”
- The bear needs to detect the rows instead of “the barrier needs to protect the rose”
- and Tredegar instead of “entered the earth”
- Or press a ball instead of “irrepressible” (and his second guess for that was “her arsenal”. What?!)
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.