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The Time Clock started as an offshoot of Havi Brooks’ nifty weekly check-in ritual, now known as the Friday Chicken, over at The Fluent Self. After years in cooking, and because we’re all about the march of time here, my weekly review involves clocks and usually kitchen notes. If you want you can join me in the comments, too.
Back before online journalism and the 24-hour news cycle, the Seattle P-I was a newspaper on real paper that came out in the morning, and the Seattle Times would print a couple times in the afternoon. The last version was the night final printing, and it was the most up-to-date news you could get… hunting down a copy with my dad was a real mercurial treasure hunt. This post is later than I expected, but it’s the up-to-date version of what’s been sloshing around in my brain this week! So off we go.
The good stuff this week:
I’ve been writing at 750 Words every day since the beginning of the month. I really shied away from doing too much free writing on the computer before, but I’ve finally come to the conclusion that I like it because I can type as fast as I think, but I sure as hell can’t write longhand that quickly. I would get distracted in the span of time between having a thought and getting the full thought written out, even. So this is great for the brain dump. I’m terrible at journal writing in any kind of organized way, so this is just the thing for me. There are stats and everything! And badges! Total win.
I may be back in Florida to teach a workshop in May, at my super favorite teaching place. With my super favorite tarot people. Will know more about this on Monday- it was going to happen, then it wasn’t, now it might be on after all.
My woowoo chakra candles were on sale when I went into Whole Paycheck for something, so I got three. Then I wandered into the shop next door and found pretty hand-painted taper candles. It was like a waxy pyromaniac field day.
Today I got the keys to my new office! More on that later.
I have pear and gorgonzola ravioli to make for dinner, and the end of a bottle of Gewürztraminer for a sauce (and to drink, yes). I mean, come on, it has an umlaut in the name. It’s automatically more metal than just a Riesling.
The hard stuff this week:
Bicoastal marriage is hard. Not as hard as bicoastal dating, but still a real drag. This should be over by July, but the glitter has worn off our two-household lifestyle pretty quickly.
I’m in hoarding mode. It’s weird. I want to uncork the weird pent-up stuff and let the happening-things happen, but I’m at a weird plateau right now. Writing pages every day is helping I think, so I hope it will knock loose soon.
How was your week? What was good? What was hard?
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