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.

Wow, what a crazy, wonderful week.

I am in Sacramento and we are having a day of great fun, and whee.

In the meantime, let’s chicken and close out the week…

The hard stuff

I’m not really sure, it all happened so fast.

Seriously, this week was kind of insane.

The busy: it hurts my head.

It’s like everything was spinning just a little too fast.

And I’m constantly catching myself worrying about who or what I’m forgetting at any given time.

Wanting to catch up and not knowing how or when.

So many things! To be done! And they all will be done.

Just not this week. And that is frustrating.

Adjusting to new ways of doing things (and new ways of being patient about not doing them yet), and this is hard.

Really not in the mood for traveling.

I know it’s a tiny, tiny trip. And my last one for a while.

But I just was in New Mexico and North Carolina and teaching a bunch of Rallies (Rally!) and if I have to travel anywhere, why couldn’t it be recovery time?

Like… Hawaii?

Anyway, I am so done with being smooshed into airplanes.

Really, California?

The whole point of my annual teaching trip there is to be somewhere that’s not cold and rainy.

Sac has had some days where it’s actually been colder than in Portland, if you can imagine that.

The good stuff

Svevo was here!

My favorite uncle, about whom you have heard me tell many delightful stories, came by train to spend three days with us at Hoppy House.

We went for walks and cooked and laughed and played and hung out at the Playground.

Also we went to breakfast at a cafe and I had just written that post about how I get flustered when people want to know my name and say “Jam!” when people want to know what I’m doing for Thanksgiving.

Anyway, we ordered our food and I gave my name as Penelope and he gave his name as Jam. Yes, Jam.

He is the best person ever. I completely cannot believe how lucky I am that we are related.

Also, when he says he’s drinking hot tea, he means that there are chili flakes in it.

Hannukah!

Eating levivot and watching the candles burn.

And just everything being better and prettier and shinier because the holiday is here.

Huge progress made on annoying administrative stuff. Yay.

Reworking giant sessions of the Pirate Log.

Time-consuming, but really, really important. It feels so good to have movement on this.

Being in Sacramento.

Going to Dad’s (no, not related to me, sadly) for sandwiches! The best sandwiches.

I have been missing this place for an entire year. These sandwiches are pretty much the entire reason I agreed to teach at this yoga teacher training, aside from getting to see my beloved sisters-in-crime.

Seeing Michelle and Madeleine.

Being with the people you love. It really is that great.

What a … I don’t even know what the word is. It’s a treasure. Just so lucky to have these women in my life, even if we don’t get to live in the same place, you know?

In the zone.

I’ve been doing all this work on my stuff, with the themes of order and ease.

And at some point towards the middle of the week, I just got into the flow. That thing about waiting to catch the next wave? I caught it, big time.

Possible side effect?

Imagine this extremely unlikely (for me) state of everything working out in ridiculous, impossible, easy ways. To the point that it was kind of creeping me out.

The most perfect shoes in the entire world? One pair, just my size, perfect fit, and at a 30% discount. On the same day my old ones decided to fall apart.

A thing I was looking forward to was canceled, but they hooked me up with a massage instead — with my very favorite person in Portland for all things touch-related.

Oh, and a new therapist was going through a training there so I was given a twenty minute foot massage so I could be the guinea pig. I know, what?

Twitter to the rescue.

It really is the best bar.

Here was my original question:

“I need a word for THIS: someone has solved a problem that *looks* like your problem and wants you to solve yours the same way.”

I got so many answers that I didn’t even know what to do with them. Some of my favorites:

helpiness, hammer-heading, solutionary projection, narcassistance, narcissolution, Aunt-peggery, imposolutioning, faux-lution!

Yay..

And mine: roundholier-than-thou… for people who try to fit square pegs into the nearest available round hole.

I think I’m going to go with solutionary projection for now. It has that lovely combination of being both mock-jargon and something completely true at the same time.

Wonderful presents that arrived this week.

AGAIN, thank you to Karen for the amazing monster pillow, that I love and adore. Also, Karen is a super neat person and you should all hang out with her as much as possible.

I have warm and gorgeous socks, thanks to Yael.

Ooh, and thank you, Alexia and Willie for the wonderful monster journal!

And the Guns N Rollers for the awesome autographed and framed team picture that now lives in the Treasure Room at the Playground.

Beautiful things I read this week.

This post from Shannon describing the Rally:

“I sat under a tree and had a brainy new idea. I picnicked on the floor and drank out of robot mustache glasses. I admired art about getting drunk and eating waffles.”

And I happen to know that this particular tree was a pirate monkey tree!

Speaking of Rally (Rally!), a brilliant piece from Rhiannon about her experience there — with a picture from the Galley, too.

And I wasn’t going to link to Maryann this week because I have been going on and on about how smart she is, and while I am completely right, I was going to spread the love.

But this post! This post! And all the amazing posts of hers that are linked to in it. This is the thing I am always trying to explain about how Shiva Nata makes you a wiser and more connector-moused-up version of yourself. Ahhhh.

And I am so in love with this amazing chair. And so sad that it only sold for $80. Tragic and wrong. But my god the chair.

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?

Dancing on Bubblewrap.

They’re playing in town all week. Except that it’s really just one guy.

Thank you, Edwin and the Rallions from the Great Ducking Out last week.

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.

And also a chag urim sameach to anyone who is celebrating. Sufganiyot for everyone! Except for me!

The Fluent Self