Courting Destiny. Let me escourt you to your fantasy destiny yes I know how to spell escort.

Yesterday was my 333 post. Nine is my favorite number and I love all variations of 3′s. Don’t ask!

I began blogging a year ago this week but didn’t do anything with it. Basically because I knew nothing about blogging and frankly didn’t read other peoples. When I tried to I would always get blogs that were Christian oriented, not that there’s anything….or they weren’t coherent.

I wasn’t very prolific then; the old courting on Blogger is linked to this one. My writing has changed dramatically since then. Really did begin blogging for writing practice. Love to see my work in print. As I have said numerous times I feel so blessed to be in the vanguard of the blogging revolution. Feel like Toulose-Lutrec without the hunchback or something; Gertrude Stein without Alice B Toklas, though I would love to host a real life salon.

On November 13, I discovered BE and yes my life did change! I decided to get it professionally designed and that was a joke–kind of lost the month of December. Then I discovered Lisa of E Webscapes who totally understood my vision for Courting.

I have been learning about and understanding blogging slowly since then. In late winter, I put in my first counter and have had an amazing amount of page views. Thank you all! I love my lurkers; oh I love anybody who looks at Courting. While I’m no longer dependent on BE, I will always be faithful.

I even love Technorati. In March Sally had an idea for a political blog, and that’s when Bring it on! began. It’s also done very well.

This weekend is our first ever family reunion; my father’s fathers side of the family. It’s a bit scary because I haven’t seen most of the family in many many years, and haven’t met even more. The last time I saw some of the family was at a Bar Mitzvah in 1989 when I looked my best ever; the last time I saw the same family members was at Bar Mitzvah boy’s wedding in 2002 when I looked my absolute worse.

I’m the only member of my generation without kids. Everybody is very accomplished and very educated and I am too. But I was only married for about two seconds to a very nice boychik (not that anybody alive says words like that,) lived with Zachary and attorney with a doctorate in AI, and had no children. Fave niece won’t be at the reunion as her sleep away camp ends the day after the reunion. Won’t be able to walk around with her and half claim her as mine. Fave niece and I have a lot of fun together. We watch White Girls endlessly, and she makes me close my eyes during the sex scenes. You know I don’t really know if she does or not!

The last time I saw her I told her that I thought a boy in her class liked her. She looked at me with those huge brown eyes that are so much like my mom’s and sister’s they take my breath away:
“Really?” Huge grin
“Yes, really.”
Then she looked away and pretended to vomit. But she’s going to be eleven in September and I predict…

Back to the reunion. See how easily distracted I get when talking about this? My family used to be close, but like so many families now we wouldn’t know most members if we stepped on them in the street. Of course I know my first cousins but only one is coming. Cowards! We have a hero cop who I haven’t seen since he was a baby. (Long story, and I can’t give any details because it would be too revealing.) But he did something great, and my mother who never cried, cried for days because his grandfather, my dad’s first cousin would have been keveling.

I used to be accomplished. I used to have the type of jobs that you could brag about. Not the coding one, but that did lead to a career, and more importantly many life long friendships. Literally. A lot of the boys or girls as you will died between 1985-1991. I miss them. But there’s always always Lucia and Little Luce, who I literally have claimed as my own when in dire need of a child. It’s similiar to the wedding ring trick, but more fun because you can give great details. How can I be in dire need of a child? Read my blog!

I don’t feel like a failure at all. Just an unmarried childless woman who doesn’t have a nine to five job. In my family investing is considered a good thing to do but not a job. I have a string of initials I could use after my name; maybe I will! However I never changed the CSW cards to LMSW. Tried having Courting Destiny cards made; every printer rejected it. They said it was too many colors, but we know the real truth. If Lucia finally makes the cards I can give them out and say I run an escort service. Hey for a family of descedents of gamblers, disbarred lawyers and judges (the gambling problem,) that’s honorable.

My dad was a CPA, high stake poker player and trader–not investor. Though investor sounds better.

We all considered him to be a gambler–we, including him–but to my family he was the respectable one. And here I am. Just might pretend to run an escort service.

I can’t really say I have a blog called Courting Destiny and it gets many page views. Where’s the money?

When I wrote for a paper for several years many family members seemed to see my name on the masthead but missed my 60 s0mething articles including my two cover stories. Almost feel like bringing my clippings just to show…but I won’t. But really in one issue I had three articles, really.

Oh well I do love my blog and my 333 prior posts and hope…well that’s for me to know, dream and act, and you to find out.

Two last random notes: I have always consumed books like pop corn. Since I began blogging I have found myself reading fewer and fewer books. Blogs, yes, magazines and newspapers. I was scared that my ADD had begun to affect my reading through some blogging mechanism. Not true.

8/6 passed without major incident; 8/8 is over in most parts of the country and will be over shortly here–I’m not in New York. I know that the rumor mongers will say it’s because of their vigilence; I say it’s because nothing was ever going to happen.

I’m back! In fighting form that is; and beginning to feel home sick. That’s a very good thing

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