In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Ice Ice Ice 

Hello. I'm sitting here in a parking lot in Cottage Grove, Oregon. About two hours ago we were driving along free as birds and it started to rain. Fine. Well, not fine. It turned the roads to a sheet of ice. Luckily, we were seconds from a rest area. Got off there. Hung out for a few minutes. Then drove a few more miles. Saw a pick-up flung over a guard rail as though a giant's child had wearied of it. We got off to fill up the car. Cars covered in ice everywhere. Just then they shut down the highway. Too much ice, too many accidents. But wait there's more. Our car is not working properly. Took it to Honda a few days ago to get it ready, and they unreadied it. An old problem has sprung up again. The engine light comes on and then the speedometer doesn't work. *sigh* So we can't continue our trip yet. We have to find a Honda dealer—so they'll pay for it, I hope—and see where we can go from there. Please, let us go to the land of sun.

How's your day?
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 12/18/2005 12:13:00 PM
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