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.

This is kind of weird because I most of yesterday thinking it was Friday and feeling bad about not having chickened yet.

But no! Friday. It is now. Apparently.

Chicken? Chicken!

The hard stuff

Uncomfortable realizations.

Stupid insights! Be less accurate!


Working through some stuff, based on Useful Information that I didn’t necessarily want to know.

Too much work!


Is how my brain feels at the moment.

And not in the good shivanautically-confused way. Just overdone. Which is the only kind of done that happened this week.

Seeing people I love in pain.

And having to lovingly step back and let them work through it.

Always hard.

Creepy guy who hit on me on the train.

Actually, I don’t think he was trying to be creepy.

He was maybe sixteen at most and probably has no idea what more successful and less completely inappropriate ways to approach women might be.

But still. Ew ew ew.

I tried a thing and it didn’t work.

And it was expensive, time-consuming and painful and still didn’t work. Ahahahaha.

All of which brought up some old stuff about similar experiences, so I have been deep in destuckifying mode.

The good stuff


Walking in it and sitting in it and being in the garden.

It is glorrrrrrious!


I had this fabulous meeting with Cairene (who, by the way, will be at Rally!) and she helped me figure out a bunch of systems stuff I’d been stuck on.

And that gave me PROJECTS and, amazingly, much progress was made in that direction this week.

My toes! They are sparkly.

This is highly unusual.

But it is so.

Excited about all the changes happening at the Playground.

And also Cairene brought us these great soaps for the Playground. A duck, a pirate flag and a sovereignty crown — basically, everything I like.

And then we have been continuing with the mini-renovations. Lots of little things.

Signage. Systems. Bits of sparkle and color.

But all together it is completely transforming the place so that it is even more magical than before. As if that could even be possible. But it is.


It starts on Monday and I am so happy.

Rally is when I get crazy amounts of stuff done, and this is exactly what I need right now.

Are you coming to the June Rally? Or July? August? Because if so, I have lovely news!

There’s a new “farm to cone” ice cream parlor coming — it’ll open just a couple blocks away from the Playground.

It’s called Salt and Straw, and it sounds amazing. How amazing?

Seriously. Look at these ice cream flavors.

Honey Balsamic Strawberry With Cracked Black Pepper. Brown Ale With Bacon, Pear With Blue Cheese. Mimosa Sorbet.

I can’t have any but you can taste them all for me and tell me what’s good.

They’ll have a cart too and you can vote on which flavors.

Short version: Come to Rally! Rally! You know, for the ice cream.

And some of the things I’ve been reading about and thinking about this week.

  1. Wonderful interviews with children (who told me about this?)
  2. Hoping that my much-adored Mr. B. can stand his ground in the world of chap-hop.
  3. This interview with my friend Michelle about creating a culture of inclusivity in her yoga studio. Exactly.

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 courtesy of @jptownley on Twitter:

Planet of the Snapes

Because we haven’t made enough Harry Potter references this week.

Go see them if you get a chance. And yes. 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.

The Fluent Self