C Note(s)

That is the question isn't it? For as much as I post (some chide me as a post fiend) you'd think it doesn't take an effort. It does take a conscientious effort for the most part if I'm not sharing a funny / noteworthy post of someone else's. My motivation, at least in the beginning, was to communicate and broadcast to my Dad and family in the Philippines because they signed up for Facebook after abandoning other social media websites such as Friendster etc. Then I had / have a Blogger account with several blogs. One is called C Notes. Why C Notes, you ask? 1) the title is vital, 2) multi-layered pun, and 3) versatile.  So when I'm inspired or motivated to post, I write. But I have a general rule to not to write in anger or in a negative space. Of course, it's happened in the past and will continue on occasion. To understand, you must know when I started journaling my life but then returned to those pages years later I thought to myself I was unhappy an

Last night was my first night at my new crib, back in Bothell. I woke up and walked out onto my 2nd floor balcony that faces a green belt. I smirked. Fourteen years ago (to the day) I did the same in a newly purchased house in Bothell in the Mays Pond housing development in 2001. It's a mere mile up the road. I thought it would a bad ghost town to roam around in. As I bounced to a rally point for pick up today, I drove down Highway 527 to find them ghosts standing there. However they were harmless and barely visible. I'm certain it's because I don't think on those memories any more or give them energy to live on. Again right after the betrayal and divorce those ghosts were very opaque but it's been a decade and a half (gawd I'm old!) It's time to create new memories to think on to give them energy  to live on. Now that'll be a memory lane to stroll down. This has been my C Note 'Los; out

Another year, another successful Watershed . As much as I plan and calculate, I have yet to get the details formulated correctly to what actually transpires. A part of me understands, and yet still struggles with that it's a very fluid situation so the details will not be known ahead of time. "Go with the flow [of Watershed]", per se. So I save myself the aggravation, and deploy my two rules of life, and leave it at that. The line up was awesome as it has been for the past two years. Spotify user, Michael C. Alexander, created a Watershed 2015 playlist . Only two people of the original crew has been all three years: Charrina Bayne, and Michelle Green. It's fun to have a revolving crew, yet have some keystones. The newest member to our Watershed crew? Cher Jones Rasmussen, my girlfriend. She had her reservations about this Watershed business, but as always, she approached with an open mind, and kind heart, and sure enough she had the time of her life. She ev

On Facebook I posted an encounter with my ex-wife. See below So! Ingrid Michaelson's song "Time Machine" is blasting out my speakers as I'm rolling slow through Redmond Town Center. Then I stop to let a pedestrian walk through a crosswalk only to realize it's my ex-wife that (thankfully) I haven't seen in years. The IRONY! It hurts! It's the one person I would dedicate this song too   ‪#‎ sorrynotsorryatall‬   ‪#‎ artimitateslife‬   ‪#‎ ironyatitsbest‬ The tone of the comments were my expectation of props for showing restraint, etc. I replied with, "You have no idea". However, what I meant was entirety different. Usually when I bump into exes the encounter is ill-timed, and coated with awkwardness. Meaning sometimes 5,000 tiny daggers stab my heart at once, or the pit of stomach tightens, or my manic level hits the roof, my blood boils from revenge or my sadness envelopes me like a winter's blanket. This time? Nothing happened. Zilch,