Cancer 8° (June 28)
We have an old client today whom we’re gifting a session and I’m really looking forward to that. I am really missing that kind of interaction and look very much forward to getting the consultancy back into full swing. S. is headed out to her class—I wish I had a better routine (or any one at all) like she does. I bought a full-length mirror to start doing Bikram at home but you don’t see that happening do you? And with her out of town earlier this week I basically lived on beer and what “meals” I could make from things lurking in the fridge (while taking myself out for oysters and chowder, riding my bike so I could have some beers out, too, and not have to get behind the wheel. Can’t do that! Anyway I am going to start in on getting every last bit of material to our graphic department and prepare myself for meeting Provincetown on Monday. The idea was to get through all that in one day, today, so to have the weekend to focus on the proposal which isn’t exactly going to happen. The way I see it is I will be working on the proposal while drafting ideas for the sample all at the same time. This way, even while I’m away (for nearly a month) I can just make the creative writing my focus while monitoring and tweaking the festival stuff. I am busting out a new character this year who will be handling the website and all the social media. Her name is Margie Ella Jackett, the surname being quite an old and storied one in the Town of P. I need to remind S. that this weekend is the Portugese Festival and the Blessing of the Fleet and she’ll need to avoid that like the plague-o-rini. Turned out she did have plans for P. but moved them to Monday.
Meanwhile I really am doing the best I can do and I must keep looking on the bright half empty side. It’s still two weeks before I have to interact with anybody so I’m going to let myself magically debloat. Which means I can’t get stressed because it’s just too easy to pop open a Devil’s Purse (made right here in Cape Cod) and initiate a forced check-out. The personal stress of doing all I’m doing in this overal climate of chaos and disaster. I really worry that people arent’ taking things as seriously as they should. I watched both debates but I have to say that the candidates seem to be missing the point terribly. They are bantering with each other as if this is politics as usual and it fucking isn’t. Trump is hanging out with Putin making jokes about how we have fake news but that’s not Putin’s problem (no because he kills journalists); and this is exactly the position Trump wishes he was in. He will meet with L’il Kim too. I mean, he is like that new weirdo kid who moves to town and ends up becoming friends with the existing bullies sitting in the back row drawing pictures of guns and tanks while making little bombing noises. He is the class problem. And we have to watch his bimbo daughter accompanying him? We have to pay to fly her around the world to make deals with countries who murder anybody who gets in their way. I want them all to extinguish I really do. I even find myself choosing words carefully as if afraid that my expression will come back to haunt me. Stranger thins have happened. The point is: Stranger things are happening and nobody seems to realize that the hacking might be so extreme this time around. And that the Supreme Court didn’t take up the gerimandering thing. It’s all the same issue. It makes me long for Canada.
And now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to look at Cape Breton real estate porn. You think I’m kidding? Do you know how much searches of that sort surged when Uncle Fester won the White House? 77% or some such. For reals.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°, for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360 degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.
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