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The Only Way Out of the Maze is Up

On our trek to the closest Methodist church we ran into a group of bikers that were trying to occupy DuPont Circle. There were only about 20-30 bikers there.  And a whole lot of pro pot peeps across the street. 

We stepped into a Krispy Kreme to get a coffee and found myself in line with a very large biker. We started chit chatting -he came from PA with his biker friends. He was sporting a confederate flag and various pins- but called the African American cashier “little miss”- which was not only cute but sweet. I was sporting my pink pussy hat (thanks mom! Making a lot of friends with it!)

He made a comment under his breath about Black Lives Matter starting a fight with some bikers. We talked about violence and that I was here for tomorrow. I paid for his coffee over his protestations. Then we talked about my hat. He is of the mind that what Trump 😡 said was 10 years ago and that his wife wasn’t angry. I politely came back with stats and my hope that I can begin to expect more from the men in my country. 

He talked about how he smacked a man for smacking his daughter in the face. That he doesn’t abide abuse against children. We were both polite and kind and we left feeling like we had a little bit in common. 

Still in search our our church we stopped by a burned out church that was a victim of arson in 1970. There was prayer labyrinth in the church square where a homeless man sat. 

“How do you get out,” asked Sarah Jane.  

“The only way out of the maze is up.” Answered the homeless man. 

So it is. 

What to do instead of the Inaguration

We weren’t sure what we wanted to do so we did a little soul searching and decided we want to do a service for others. Calling the local Methodist headquarters to see if they know of anything we can help with today. 

Giving and serving is part of who I am and what I believe in. It’s what I want for our country. Serving the least of us. Giving to the needy. I feel that this is the polar opposite of what this incoming administration stands for. 

#WhyIMarch

Made it to D.C.!!!

We didn’t have any trouble getting here. Before we made it to our garage we were stopped by some dudes in the car beside us. I rolled down the window, with some trepidation, until they raised their fist and yelled “My wife made me a sign that said-‘This is what a feminist looks like!'” We woohooed at each other. He came from Boston. We waved goodbye and made our way to the garage I’d reserved our parking at. 

Our host sent an Uber for us- first time in an Uber- and he took us to our temporary home in DuPont Circle. 

We are in for the night! All is safe and well. Maybe the National Geographic Museum tomorrow. We’ll see. We’re loose and free!

Love to all you!

Made it to PA

So far uneventful but full of great conversation. We did see a dude take our picture – for good or ill, your guess is as good as mine. I wanted to smile and wave but he quickly fell behind so I didn’t. But I did take his photo. 

We almost stopped in PA and grabbed a friend as we passed through but it wasn’t in the cards for today- but I’m pretty sure she’s joining us tomorrow!!

I heard a lady ask “where are we?” Which is a question I’ve been asking all day long. So I asked where she was going- bound for D.C. With some HS students who will be going to both the Inaguration and the march. I wished them luck. The check out woman cautioned me not to go tomorrow because I wouldn’t see anything. She chuckeled good naturedly but made a face when I said I was going the next day. 

Pit stop and back on the road. D.C. Or bust!! 

#womensmarchonwashington

Road Tripping

First, I’d like to say I am not worried in the least about our march being dangerous. I mostly posted my tear gas article because I thought it was funny that I’m packing these things. But I have faith things will go as they should. I really do. So no fretting for me, just be excited! I am hoping this march will be the beginning of something great!

In preparation for many hours on the road I have gotten a few books on tape- Rules for Radicals should be poignant. But I’m most excited to listen to Me Talk Pretty One Day. Nothing like 5 hours of laughter to get ready to change some minds. 

In Case of Tear Gas

I’m not going to D.C. to look for a literal fight, but I’ve heard there may be groups there trying to instigate violence. Lovely James O’Keef and his lot among others. So I’m prepared. 

Visine, bandana and subglasses. Even though a former special forces dude assured me tear gas isn’t that bad- I’m going to play it safe. 

Hoping our march is peaceful, affirming and impactful. 

Tomorrow morning I’m off to D.C.!  Night all!

Got My Swag

My D.C. Swag came in today. Now it’s time to start packing! I’m starting to get excited, but with the running around for kids-I’m feeling a bit rushed. 

I’ll try to get my packing started tonight while listening to Betsy DeVos– I can only hear it-but I know there has been a concern of her record and support for those reporting sexual assault. There has been a “Dear Betsy” campaign on YouTube from survivors.  She was just questioned about this. This is only one of many concerning things about her. Oh, and grizzly bears. 

Well now I’m just delaying my packing- time to get to work! Gotta get started because  I have a bunch of This Pussy Grabs Back necklaces to make and not a lot of time.