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And now the strike has been over for awhile! Go us!

The new cause is the pipeline. Or stopping it anyway. The tree sitters have been doing their damnedest to halt the land clearing and have done a good job. On the VA side of the mountain, they have rigged up a monopod in the middle of the logging road. It's brilliant. It's held upright with cables and one of the cables is attached to the gate. If the pipeline workers open the gate, the monopod will drop and hurt/kill/maim the tree sitter inside. So they can't. Or at least they haven't.

I don't know if I'm lacking the courage or just the faith in human decency, but I don't think I could put myself on the line like that. To keep anyone from helping the tree sitter inside, the Forest Service has closed the road to the monopod. We had to walk up through the woods to take the ground crew some blankets and supplies. In the middle of a snowstorm, of course.

While we were there, the Forest Service showed up and told us that the whole area had been closed in a 125 foot range on either side of the road, so the ground crew (all there to keep an eye on the monopod and video tape anything anyone tried to do to the tree sitter) were required by law to move that far away and would be arrested if they came any closer. They had an hour to move their whole camp. They got this notice about 45 minutes before sundown. In a snowstorm. Of course.

Our plan had been to hike back out before it got dark, but the Forest Service captain or whatever she was promised us a ride out if we needed it. Since we had safe transport out, we stayed to help the ground crew move their camp 125 feet away. By then, the captain had left and the agents remaining had no idea we were promised a ride so they refused to do it.

So, me and my mom with a bad knee had to hike back out through the brush and briars (125 feet from the road) in the dark, in a snowstorm. Two of the ground crew gallantly escorted us to make sure we made it, but it took a long time and we were all cold and went and briar-torn by the time we got back on 'legal' public land.

It's pretty clear that the whole thing was planned from the beginning to be as inconvenient and miserable as possible for the ground crew, and that the plan is to starve out the tree sitter by not letting anyone close enough to bring her food or water. I'm personally miffed that promises were made and then bailed on.

Our response? Today we went to a Direct Action activism class and took Legal Observer Training so we can be Legal Observers next time. It's not much, maybe, but it's something.
Well, It did snow. And I did have to reschedule all the conferences. And then I drove an hour to the meeting to decide what we should all do.

And at one point I fell on my knees on the slick concrete whilst carrying a vintage television set that weighs almost as much as I do.

I did get to hang out with the nieces and nephew though and I wrote a little < a href="https://31-days.livejournal.com/3332990.html">Beetlejuice</a> fic.

So.

Ok, so it might snow, and if we get a snow day then I have to reschedule SO many conferences. It makes me sad just to think about all those phone calls. Maybe the snow can hold off til Wednesday when all this is done.

Also, the state may be going on strike if they can't get PEIA to cooperate. The last time the state went on strike was 1990 and I but a mere sprig of a girl. I don't want to do this again, but my mother didn't raise a scab and I wouldn't be able to face her ever again if I let someone else picket for me. So.

The good news is that I wrote a Shape of Water fic. The bad news is I had a good idea for yesterday's prompt but never got around to it. Guess I'll save it for Amnesty Day.

Dodge Ram

I gotta get rid of a ram, y'all.

They bottle fed it and now it's big and its worse than a cat. It'll cuddle one minute and headbutt you the next. It tried to smash through the shed door when I was getting it food. I had to run from it to get back inside. And now it's being all cute again. Yeesh.

Anyway, I did do a Strange Magic fic. It's kinda goofy and short, but it's keeping me writing when my big fics leave me a little preoccupied.
Friday!

I made it through two days of conferences. Still have two more to go.

I did write a 10th Kingdom fic in between meetings. In other news, I wished comeuppance on someone and lo, it has come to pass. I am torn between illogical satisfaction and ethical chagrin. On one hand, Hah! S'what ya get! On the other, I hope it really had nothing to do with me and my unkind thoughts.

Or do I? Because I know lots of people that could stand some minor misfortune. *glares at phone where the light blinks because local senators keep calling me. they don't seem to like it when I call them*

Jan. 4th, 2018

First 31_days fic of the year! It's a Watchmen one.

It's our third snow day of the week, which extends Christmas break nicely! No real snow, but the wind is nasty and it is very cold.

The good news is that I've started regular artwork again and I pray it lasts. It's been nearly three years since whatever happened to me sank in and I couldn't do the things I loved anymore. One of my resolutions was to finish something once a month, so fingers are crossed!

I alternate being productive with watching River Monsters on Hulu. The lamprey episode still gives me the heebie jeebies.

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Ugh. People are so cranky. And that makes me cranky, and then I become part of the problem.
But, I did write a Pacific Rim. When is the next movie coming out again?

At It Again

Posted a Beetlejuice fic.

Tigerboy

So, for the first time in seventeen years, I do not have a cat. My poor old man finally had kidney failure last Saturday and there wasn't anything to be done but let him go.

The weird part is just expecting him to be there and he's not. I don't sit down anywhere without making sure he's not in the way. I step wide over the doorways because that's where he likes to hang out. And I always have the corner of my eye out for when he appears around the end of the couch.

And he's not. It's gonna take some getting used to.

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more dreams

I have written a whole chapter on my work woes but I don’t want to post it because the odds are better that I can forget and forgive if I don’t go over it again.

So instead I’ll tell you about a dream I had.

I dreamed that a certain band of superheroes were attending the same high school as I did, and we were all shuffling into the auditorium for some kind of assembly. I was friends with the one female crimefighter, so we came in together. The rest of them were spread out across the back row but there were two spots left open. One was by the ‘nice guy’ who I knew liked the other girl and the other was by the ‘edgelord’ but he had put a note in it not to sit by him because he didn’t want to talk.

Since I knew the other girl would rather sit by the other guy and it would make his whole week, I passed that seat and went over to the one with the note. I said “I promise I’ll behave.” and sat down. He harrumphed but didn’t argue and he wrote and I doodled while the assembly went on and the only other part I remember is how flattered I was when he slumped and leaned on my shoulder at one point.

Now upon waking, my first thought was WTF because what’s so great about having an antisocial jerk feel comfortable leaning on me? But the me in the dream was a teenage me, and there’s no telling what that me would be into from one day to the next.

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