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.

I love how the last day of the year turned out to be Friday, so we could send it off with a Chicken.

The last Chicken of 2010! Confetti! And a beer.

Maybe next year Friday will stop sneaking up on me like this. Who knows. It could happen.

The hard stuff

I worked my ass off this week.

Between the new Kitchen Table website changes and the temporary site that we’re using in dry dock, and brunching what felt like seventeen million new things…

The new Year of Biggification (like Biggification 2010, only even more great). And Crossing the Line, a new course that I’m way too excited about.

And something called Plum Duff days. And the Secret Lab for Shivanauts.

You would not believe how much effort went into all of this. By the time we got to the last Drunk Pirate Council, I was really done. Weekend, please.

And then Workless Wednesday was a farce .

It rained all day so our outdoor plans became indoor plans.

Then the cafe we went to was crazy loud. And they forgot our order twice. It was just a crankypants sort of day.

Then we took Casey‘s cat to the vet, which was cool because we got to see Casey and we love Casey, but less so because we were taking a cat to the vet. And then another cafe, which was also crappy.

I call do-overs!

Missing Hiro.

Usually Hiro and I talk… oh, I don’t know, practically every day?

This week we were both outrageously busy and it didn’t happen.

I miss my sister!

A big mess at the Playground.

Cleaning it up felt really good.

But seeing how my office there is still not a welcoming space. And how I have really neglected it.

Very sad.

The internet. Oh, it is boring this time of year.

Blah resolutions blah everyone talking about resolutions blah.

Not yours. I’m sure yours are awesome. The other ones.

No new fun things on the hulu. And of course the twitter bar is lame because people are either away or being preachy about what resolutions we should all be resolving.

I had to go to a real place just to hang out with people. Imagine that. 🙂

Okay, enough. On to the good.

The good stuff

Stickers!

I have stickers and I’m not afraid to use them.

Though I am slightly afraid to admit how covered everything is in stickers.

STICKERS!

Kitchen Table dry dock: totally working.

We’re in crazed transition mode with the Kitchen Table as we head into year three. And yes, that’s blowing my mind.

The site is being upgraded and rebuilt. We deleted…wait for it… 7,527 forum threads.

Seven thousand, five hundred and twenty seven. And some of those threads have fifty posts or more.

My people: nothing if not prolific.

Astonishing, I know.

So this new state of deletion should make things slightly less overwhelming for the new people coming in.

And I had been a bit worried that our temporary Dry Dock mode site wouldn’t feel like home. But we are drinking cider in mugs, huddling around in blankets and posting fifty or so things there a day while we wait for the main site to come back for the new year.

Hot bath and slippers and warm bed.

So nice. So nice.

Old Turkish lady postcard from my favorite uncle.

He is the best.

Crossing the Line.

That’s our newest program — the page is here — and it’s fabulous and filling up.

So looking forward that I can’t stand it! AAAAAAAAAAAAH EXCITED!

I took time off.

And even had a proper weekend on Sunday with some actual real-live weekending.

Lots of sitting in cafes and writing letters to myself. And going for walks.

It was good. I saw a movie! And ate a tiny pizza! Ha. I do know how.

Quiche.

The gentleman has decided to put his heavenly pie-crust-baking genius to good use, since I don’t eat pie.

And he is knocking out these terrific quiches. Leeks and chard and all things good.

Guess who was here?

I got to see Pace and Kyeli (of milk song fame, among other wonderful things) again last Friday when they were in town.

Selma and I gave them a Grand Tour of the Playground, and we all went out for lunch with Danielle.

It was absolutely lovely. What a treat.

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?

The Scarlet Bat Bat Bat

They have style like you would not believe. Even though of course it’s really just one guy.

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.

Oh, and of course! Happy New Year! May it be glorrrrrrious. And may there be toast.

Selma and I wish you an ease-filled transitioning to 2011. It’ll be good. I can tell.

The Fluent Self