Posted on February 4, 2009 by Cynthia

I joined Facebook the other day. My High Priestess was on and I thought what the heck. And I’m just amazed at how things have snowballed.

People I haven’t seen in years friending me out of the blue. Old lovers, drinking buddies, holy smokes. Many of them still drinking. And many of them wanting to get together. And I’m stunned. First of all that any of them are talking to me. Second, what on earth do we have to talk about? Glory Days? This is just freaking me right out. Almost all of them have photos of them still partying. Yeach. I loved them back then. Still do. But I think the memories will hold better if held at a distance. I can’t help thinking so.

And this picture surfaced.

This was me in, what, 87? 88? Check the glasses. I’m in the red with the big ol glasses. Oh wait. On the right in the back with the lanky cutie wrapped around me. He’s the only one I still really know. And that last shot. God. Me with a beer bong. I think I remember that day/night.

This week in Cancer ~

Posted on February 4, 2009 by Cynthia

Born in 1822, my great-great-great grandfather Edward Dembowski was a bohemian philosopher and columnist who led a revolutionary struggle to liberate Poland from plutocrats and foreign occupation. A feminist long before most European men entertained the issue of women’s liberation, he edited a journal that was the main organ of the “Enthusiasts,” who fought for women’s rights. He’s one of my heroes! I invite you, Cancerian, to delve into your own ancestry to see if there are inspirational role models like Dembowski. According to my reading of the astrological omens, it’s an excellent time to activate more of your dormant genetic potentials. One good way to do that: Use your imagination to establish psychic and spiritual links to your admirable forebears.

Well I don’t have to search very far for this one at all. I got me some characters in my family tree. All of whom I actually knew. Too bad I’m adopted. No genetics going on there… But one can try fly none the less.

My uncle was quite a character here in Seattle. Died with 28 years sober, there’s a memorial to him at our local 12 step office. He is worth a post all on his ownself. Wore his silver hair long in two ponytails, crazy colored clothes, always causing a ruckus in the courts (lawyer with a mission and an attitude). There are so many stories… The time he wore his pajamas for the school photo. His law degree over the T.P. with a sign saying in case of emergency use this… His sign on his office window, Alva the Lawyer… Great local news article on him

Local city park named after the grandfather, superior court judge, one hand missing from a tragic trolley car accident, he was a wild one too.

My aunt used to hold the record for most successful summits of Mt. Rainier for a woman, something like 27.

I did make the local sports page front page when my hurdle relay team broke state record back in, what, 1974?

I’m working on thinking out of the box…

Climbing up out of the Valley

Posted on February 3, 2009 by Cynthia

and into the light.

All the flyers that I printed for the special package deal mini websites were gone when I left the event tonight. If I can reel in 4, just 4, things are going to be very much better indeed. These folks are all writers, members of the longest running writer’s group on the west coast. They inspire me too.

The IRS owes me quite a tidy sum this year. Woo!

I’ve got an appointment with a prospective client tomorrow, she said she was bringing her checkbook. Woo!

M. and I had a very good talk today. Friendship solidly reinstated, we are still one of each other’s favorite people. All is not lost and that makes me feel very good. I feel better today than I have a while. Woo!

Starting to seriously think about a book. My book… eek!