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.

So I know we just checked in day before yesterday, but that was all about New Year’s. Now we’re back to the weekly check-in.


The hard stuff


So ever since I quit working nights all those years ago (okay, not that many years ago), my body announced that it wasn’t going to stay up past 10:00 p.m. ever again.

It was a classic “Because I can! Ha ha!” kind of move. And most of the time it’s not an issue.

But last night we went to pick up Ez at the airport and didn’t get home until midnight and didn’t get to bed until one.

And I’m totally in dysfunctional mouse mode*, for the record.

*“Dysfuctional mouse” — as in, a variation on helper mouse. I didn’t mean to imply that dysfunctional in a computer mouse sense, though yeah, probably that too.

So much for big plans.

With everyone away on holiday vacation and such, I had big crazy plans to get lots of stuff done.

And yeah, stuff. And a lot of it did get done.

But it wasn’t quiet. It was way hectic and I don’t really want to talk about it but there was just a lot going on, and a lot of work pouring in that I didn’t have patience for.

CrankyPants McGrumbleBug strikes again!

I’ve been feeling kind of generally crabby and impatient lately, to be honest. Maybe it’s the rain.

Maybe it’s all the big changes in my business and getting used to all the new things that are happening or in the process of happening.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen my acupuncturist in three weeks.

Maybe it’s that I get a gazillion and ten emails a day.

Or that way too many of them involve someone being annoyed because something I said offended them.*

*Uh, guys. Last I heard, there was no shortage of blogs in the world. So … instead of trying to convince me to change my style, wouldn’t it be easier to find someone whose sense of humor doesn’t step on your toes?

And then, of course — despite what I just said in that last little aside — I still for some reason cannot not answer these emails.**

**Because being a yogi sucks. I can’t help it. I always end up truly wanting to compassionately engage with everyone who is feeling hurt because of something I said.

And then I take half an hour to meditate on it and half an hour to compose an email, and if I get ten letters a week like this, that’s my whole week right there. Yes, I know.

But is any of that why I’m grumble-bugging? Who knows. It might not even be any of that.

Just. Not. In. The. Mood.

It happens.

The rest of the hard is all stuff I wrote about on Wednesday, so let’s move on to the good.

The good stuff

New Year’s.

As predicted in the bible on Wednesday, I did win at Boggle.

There was good food (spicy cauliflower-potato magic and home-made yogurt) because my gentleman friend is a mad genius in the kitchen.

And … yes, I fell asleep before ten, but it does seem that the transition to 2009 went okay without me so no worries there.

Also, I must point out the extreme irony that — despite it being our anniversary and all the romantic gooey-ness that goes along with that — both of us managed to miss the word “love” in the final round of Boggle.


Not that I don’t love the gorgeous cashmere sweater my gentleman friend got me because I do, but the highlight of the whole anniversary-new-year’s-day thing … this crazy awesome cheese.

Willamette Farmstead Wine Pomace Gouda.

It was purple. Well, purple-ish. And outrageously great.

I am very enthusiastic about cheese, so let’s say it again. Cheese!

I bought myself a desk.

Those of you who know me are saying, “But you HATE desks. With a passion. Who are you?”

Yes, well.

It’s actually a chaise lounge. But I’m calling it a desk.

Because it’s where I work.

And it’s the nicest desk I’ve ever had. Also the most expensive. Also it kind of ties the room together.

And now my brother has a place to sleep (my old desk, aka the purple couch) until his bed arrives.

Ez moved in.


Our alternative family just gets more fun by the day. Me, my gentleman friend, my duck Selma and now my brother.

This is so, so, so great. Expect him to show up here kind of a lot, because he’s pretty much my favorite person ever.

The New York Freaking Times, baby.

So my duck had her picture in the front page of the Thursday Style section of the New York Times yesterday.

Well, second page if you’re reading it online. First page in the print edition.

Also, I was quoted. But Selma was in the headline.

She’s pretty darned pleased with herself, as you might imagine, and I’m basically never going to hear the end of this.

After the famously disastrous Welt am Sonntag piece where she was barely mentioned and it was mostly about me, there were a lot of ruffled little diva duck feathers around here, let me tell you.

Anyway, it’s a thoughtful, interesting piece by Abby Ellin in the Times, and worth a read even if you’re not at all interested in things yoga-related.

I also posted about this on the Shivanaut blog, if you’d like to read a bit more about the rejoicing, the madness and the stuff I do when I’m not here. Oh, and while you’re there?

You can also read about my crazy students and the weird things they do with Rice Krispies treats.

My parents. They might plotz.

So back to that article in the New York Freaking Times for a second.

My parents are pretty vague on what I do for a living, and “internet famous” is kind of a nebulous concept anyway when you’re the kind of person who thinks of the internet as an especially fast version of the Yellow Pages.

But they read the New York Times oh, every single morning. As does everyone they know.

So they were very, very impressed. Which was cool because most of the things I get excited about are things they can’t really understand, so it’s all kind of the same level of “that’s nice, dear.”

Not that they’re not happy for me, just that it’s all kind of insubstantial somehow because they have no context.

So this was pretty entertaining. And really sweet.

Naomi called.

What can I say. My life is just less fun and there is considerably less madcap goofiness when Naomi isn’t around.

She called from England this morning and totally made my week. Everything is better now.

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