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We spent yesterday afternoon designing and making our protest signs, then more time this morning to assemble them. Randy made a sign that said “HANDS OFF! OUR DEMOCRACY” and mine said “STOP THE STEAL DEPORT MUSK”.

Our local Indivisible group arranged the protest to take place on Main Street at one end of the downtown area. A couple dozen people lined the side of the road on both sides. It was a warm, sunny day, perfect for the protest, but left us wishing we’d thought to buy sunscreen.

We had a great time. 90% of the cars that passed us honked, waved, gave a thumb’s up or a power fist, and some drivers did a “hands off” gesture on their steering wheels. Only two or three drivers yelled obscenities at us. That feels like a big win considering the demographic of this town. It felt good.

Alt National Park Service ·

Wisconsin residents are receiving text messages from a (202) D.C. area code, falsely urging them not to vote in the upcoming election. These messages are not legitimate. Here is the last version of the text used in the presidential election: ‘WARNING: Violating WI Statutes 12.13 & 6.18 may result in fines up to $10,000 or 3.5 years in prison. Don’t vote in a state where you’re not eligible.’ Similar messages are circulating again now. These are scare tactics and are not legal in the United States. We’d like to request that these texts be investigated. We encourage all Americans to make their voices heard—your vote counts!

In memoriam of my best friend, who found life too painful and ended it prematurely.

“Hope” KATHERINE LAWRENCE
11 Dec. 1954 - 25 March 2004

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By: EMILY DICKINSON

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

After days of mild and pleasant weather, the local Chaos Weather God has visited snow upon us. Not a huge amount, but it’s still coming down. I was able to do errands this morning without a problem. I also have a vet appointment for Ozzy this afternoon, so hopefully I’ll be able to manage that, too. The forecast shows that it should be turning to rain. It shall be as the CWG decrees.