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Dancing with Dragonflies

Chasing the dragonfly, dancing with light, my eyes fixed on shimmering wings, my heart in flight. On the edge of a lily pad
lands the dragonfly, tail like a blue thread loosened from the sky. And what is a butterfly, you ask? At best, he is but a caterpillar, finely dressed. A dragonfly captures the soul and mind, all this in only a moment of time.

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pain [Friday, August 4th 2006]
I was having a fairly good day until around 1:30, when cramps and digestive problems hit me like a brick wall. I spent twenty minutes in the restroom, digging my nails into the toilet paper roll, breaking a sweat from the pain, only to come out for five minutes, take a small sip of water, (water!) and then return for another painful, gut-wrenching twenty minutes after which my boss told me to get the hell out of there and feel better. I'm home now, with my lapop and heating pad.

My husband baked today (!) He made fudge brownies with a chocolate-berry glaze. He also made some lanterns for our kitchen, which I'll post a pic of as soon as the pain meds kick in. Our house is kind-of.. Mad Tea Party meets Old World style. Nothing goes together, but somehow it all goes together, you know? I like it. When people come over for the first time, they always say 'this place is so you guys', and it is. We don't own a single piece of new furniture. Most of it is from thrift stores or vintage resale shops. I recommended one of them to a friend of mine when she was looking for furniture, and she actually told me that she 'didn't even want to sit down' on the furniture there. I thought to myself, 'hell, I hate to break it to you, but you've been sitting on it here for over six months!'
*lol*
 

apparently, I am a genius [Friday, July 28th 2006]
Testriffic IQ test


(of course, being a genius, I already knew this)
*lol*



snap [Thursday, July 27th 2006]
I think I'm heading for a nervous breakdown. My stomach hurts all the time, along with my cramps. I'm tired and nothing seems to wake me up, no matter how much coffee I drink, I just get shaky and sick. I cry at the drop of a hat. I have no patience, bad judgement, and generally just want to be alone or with Andy & Gizmo. My sister isn't talking to me (little sister, Lynds) since the laptop fiasco. She won't answer my calls, which is nothing new. I don't approve of her supposed-to-be-but-she-won't-leave-his-ass ex-husband who beat her, so since she is still seeing him (they're separated.. yeah, right) she won't talk to me. Whatever. I've always treated my sister with respect, never told her what to do or played the 'big sister' card, until now when she might actually be in real danger. Now we don't speak. Maybe I should have smashed a glass over her head or sprained her knee and put her in the ER like he did.. that's what it takes to stay in her life now. *smashes fist into wall*


I'm trying to be zen, but this sucks. It makes me hypersensitive to the BS that I shouldn't give a second thought to. I keep having the urge to move away but my life always follows me.


my faire share, part II [Tuesday, July 11th 2006]
So, it's been a few days, and I said I'd update about the faire, but I have been way busy and tired from all the fun we had. Okay, that sounds lame, but it's true.. I'll go over some highlights.

First off, it was my third year at the faire, and a lot of women just go topless. No, I'm not kidding, they just wear a skirt and (sometimes) shoes. Tops are optional at the faire, for both sexes. That said, a lot of women have their breasts painted wild, amazing colors and designs, which I'd never gotten up the courage to do.. until now :)

I originally planned to wear my faerie costume, (which I did wear for the first few hours) but it was also supposed to be around 70 degrees. It turned out to be over 95 degrees, and I was dying in the leather halter top and huge black wings. Everybody loved my costume. Little kids were hugging me and waving at me all day and a lot of people asked if they could take my picture. As the day went on, though, it was just too hot, so I decided, it's 95 degrees.. topless & painted vs. hot leather halter.. hmm.. which do you think I chose? ;)

It was a little weird at first, because I've never been topless in public before, but I soon realized that, this being a regular occurrence at the faire, no one was pointing or gasping when I took off my top. In fact, once they were painted, a TON more people wanted my picture. Kind of funny. Some of the designs are amazing, dragons and celestial scenes.. last year, Andy's sister had a huge red and blue phoenix painted on her. I, of course, true to form had to have a dragonfly.. is anyone surprised? Oh, and speaking of dragonflies, there were tons of baby ones flying around at the faire, landing on people's hands and shoulders.. the ultimate compliment, if you ask me. Anyway, here is a picture of me after getting painted.. )

I was a bit nervous, as my husband's whole family was there, and they're big old hippies, but still, I never thought I'd be topless in front of my father-in-law. He didn't even bat an eye, and his mom thought I looked great, so no worries there! His sister said "you're becoming one of us!" *lol*

I also finally got to see the bellydancers this year.. I've been three years in a row and hadn't been able to see them until now, it's always packed. All I have to say is, who says white women can't dance? These gals were amazing.. they can dance a lot better than me, and I'm ethnically Gypsy, and had twelve years of ballet & jazz training!

Speaking of Gypsies, I actually ran into some Romani people there, contrary to the ever-popular belief that all Romanies hate Ren faires. They weren't costumed or anything, just enjoying some faire food next to one of the grub tents, and we recognized one another. Don't ask me how that is, but my mother was an emergency room nurse for twelve years in southern California, and every Gypsy that came in there recognized her, too. Anyway, it was nice to talk to some fellow Romanies who aren't what I call 'gypsy elitist' (you know, the ones who think 'everyone wants to be a Gypsy', etc).. to me, people who act like that are what I like to call 'Gypsy with a little 'g'. Some of us haven't forgotten how to have fun.

After many hours at the faire it was time to head to the campsite.. I love this campsite. Andy's family have been camping there for almost ten years, and they know how to camp. For instance, after a day at the faire, your feet will be filthy, dusty, stinky and sore. You gotta hand it to experienced faire-goers.. Andy's mom heated up some water on their camping stove, added some fancy soap and we all had a relaxing footbath, right by the campfire! How awesome is that? No hot dogs for these campers.. they even make spaghetti when they're camping! I eat better on these trips then I do everyday at home ;) Needless to say, his mom broke out the plastic containers and the hot water, and there was much rejoicing!

I could probably go on and on about the campsite and the faire, but I'll let the pictures tell the story.. I did have the comfiest camping chair, however. We took my Dad's work van, because we couldn't fit all our camping stuff and our extra passengers in the Jeep, and for us to sleep in. When we ran out of chairs around the campfire, I decided to just yank one of the seats out of the van. That ugly chair was the envy of all my fellow campers. ;)

the face of endo [Tuesday, June 27th 2006]
It is not in our nature as women to post unflattering pictures of ourselves. I have tons of pictures in my journal. I wouldn't have posted them if I didn't like the way I looked in them. Some of them are silly, snarky, flirty or beautiful.

The picture you see below isn't me. It's the physical representation of what happens to me when my endo takes hold. When the drugs don't work. When I can't get out of bed or walk to the bathroom by myself. When all I can do is cry because the drugs don't work and I can't get out of bed and no one can help me.

This is the face of endometriosis )

The face of someone I hope you never have to meet, either as a woman yourself, or as someone who loves her. I hate this face. I hate that this is the face that hides behind my own, and I have no choice as to when (or for how long) I get to wear it. This face isn't silly or beautiful. This is the face of weakness, the face of pain, the face of a prisoner.

This is the face of a woman with endo.

I thought it was time for everyone who says I don't 'look' sick to see her.



on a wednesday... [Wednesday, June 21st 2006]
I didn't go to work today.. I hope they don't fire me. I don't think they will.

Ever have one of those mornings where you feel, physically, relatively ok, but your mind just goes, 'umm, no..' ? Today was one of those days for me. My job is to analyze data from files sent to me by another office, and then input them into a client database. It's a cake job and I enjoy it, (mostly because I have perfected the art of slacking and can get my work done while also surfing the net :) but I just knew that I couldn't stare at any more data today.. yesterday it started kind of swimming around the screen, like my eyes couldn't focus on a single line.

Husband just brought me breakfast.. green tea with vanilla soy and some fruit. Being sick has completely screwed up my diet and exercise routine. I haven't been to the gym in almost two weeks because of cramps and low energy, and my healthy eating plan? Right out the window. When you feel like crap, it's harder to care *lol*

I need to gain some focus today. I started out by doing a mask this morning.. and since I can walk and stand without much pain today, I am going to try to head to the gym. It makes me feel physically and mentally more aligned. My doctor says exercise helps with the pain, but it's hard to exercise when you have pain, so there's that. :P

Maybe we will paint some more cupboards today. That would make me happy :)

Nothing here to fear.. )



grumbles [Thursday, June 15th 2006]
I'm sitting here at my desk, still in pain, still not really able to eat anything. Lastnight, I came home and laid down. Not even on the couch, mind you.. I needed the bed, which tells you how much pain I was in. Straight from work to bed.. what a fabulous life I do lead. Living on the edge.. of my bed.

I think I need a new doc.. the one I have seems to think that when I say severe, immobilizing, agonizing pain that what I really mean is "something that responds well to over-the-counter Tylenol". He is well aware that my current pain meds cause this foggy 'out of it' feeling for days after I take one (one!) and yet he needs me to come back in before he will prescribe something else. Um, why? We know what's wrong, and we know we can't fix it, so why don't you put down your magazine, pick up the fucking phone and call me in something that will take away my pain without making me a zombie, can we do that? Apparently not.

Today I've had two cans of V8 (the small ones, so that amounts to about 60 calories, combined,) and 3 mini Hershey bars. I'm not a nutrionist, but I'm pretty sure that's not adequate to sustain a human (even a small one) for the remainder of the day. I left for a bit to see if I could find something that would wake up my appetite, but nothing looked good.

I took this picture this morning... )

I look a little pale, but I still liked it. I haven't been to the gym in a week because of the pain, but I suppose that doesn't matter much, as I'm really not eating anyway. *shrug*

I am so ready to come visit, Ash.. I know you will find a way to distract me from the pain ;)

3 days [Wednesday, June 14th 2006]
Three days.. three days of unrelenting pain and nausea. Three days of hot flashes when the pain gets even more intense and my whole body glistens with sweat. Three days of forcing down food, no, not because I am hungry, because I have to take pain medicine and if I don't eat, I'll just puke it back up. Three days of wondering if I might do so anyway, because it hurts so fucking much.

I'm growing weak. This disease is beating me. I used to be able to conjure up the forces of my mental 'warrior-woman' and *think* myself okay. If that didn't work, I combined it with warm baths, heating pads, narcotics and anti-nausea meds, and got myself through. Nothing is working like it used to, and I'm scared because, that's all I've got. Nothing else up my sleeve, see?

I'm to the point where I'm contemplating asking for the help of a God I don't even believe in, just on the off chance I'm totally wrong and he is listening..
 

sweet tooth [Tuesday, June 13th 2006]

To my fellow paper-pushers and work comrades..

If anyone is wondering where the remaining dark chocolate mini candybars in the candy dish have disappeared to, I am the culprit.

HA!


feeling better.. [Sunday, June 11th 2006]
Thank you to those who sent me 'get-well' wishes... they must've worked, because I am feeling better. Either that, or the Mucinex *lol*

We've done our usual routine this weekend.. haunting local thrift stores and doing some gardening. We found a really cool birdhouse for the patio, some new candleholders for the bedroom, and we planted some flowers and more groundcover called 'Dragons Blood' in the front. I also started a mini herb garden, with peppermint, two types of sage and lavender. We put that in front, next to the Guard Toad ;)

Some pictures... )

We also took Gizmo to his new vet yesterday and got his shots updated. He was due in March, but since he injured his hip in February the orthopedist said to wait until after he was closer to being recovered. I was a bit worried about it, but he said vaccinations have a six-month window from when they say they expire to when they actually do. Gizmo wasn't thrilled.. three shots, for Giardia, Lyme and Rabies and got his temperature taken, which he hates. I suppose, if they had to take my temperature in a way other than orally, I'd hate it, too! Poor guy.. he came home and passed out. He always does really well with vaccinations, he just gets a little sleepy. But now he's good for another year for the first two, and three years for Rabies. Not sure what we're doing today, but definitely something outside! :)



hot summer [Tuesday, June 6th 2006]
I love my friend Summer.. she's coming to faire this year, and she wanted to see some pictures of the campsite, so I gave her the link to my photo album, and she writes back:

'hey, just checked those pics out. awesome. my mom saw a couple and said "she could be a model. she's very photogenic" i think so too. you're such a hottie. i know i just got off the phone with you but i cant wait to chat with you again. you're so awesome. see you soon.
love summer'


I love that girl..
*swoons*

get a life [Monday, June 5th 2006]
Funny how a friend was just talking about idiots on instant messenger, and look what I find when I log-on..

stupidity under cut.. )

I have no idea who this person is, and they of course have no active profile. Obviously, I don't use Yahoo! messenger much, since I am just getting these several weeks later..


Whoever you are, you need a life. Or a date. Or something..
*laughs*


expiration date [Sunday, June 4th 2006]
In exactly 14 minutes, my restraining order against the stalker will expire. Sure, there is still a clause in their probation that they cannot contact me, and that won't expire until next summer, however, the order itself will never be able to be renewed, unless there are more direct threats, etc.. I had the opportunity to renew it for another year (which would begin the third year in a row since 1994,) but I declined. A lot of people won't understand this. Matter of fact, I'm not even sure I can explain it, but I'll try..

When I got the order, my attorney told me that it was 'just a piece of paper', and that since this person already has a history of breaking the law, it probably wouldn't mean much. To some degree, that was correct, since it was violated in 2005, and the stalker spent time in jail, was sentenced to 2 years probation, counseling and a $500 fine -(A conviction that is currently under consideration for appeal.. of course, all that really means is that they paid another $300 to be able to re-submit the same evidence to a different judge and see if they can bullshit ahem, excuse me, persuade them into dropping the charges. I've been assured, both by the DA's office as well as the office of the Court of Appeals, that this will never happen in a million years, but I thought it was worth noting nonetheless)- however, I renewed it last year, more as a formality than anything else, since a restraining order really is just a piece of paper and can't protect you, what it does do is provide an easy way to prosecute in the event that anything does happen.

For those of you that haven't experienced the joy and splendor* that is having an obsessive fan club (*sarcasm), each time there is paperwork filed, there are potential court dates, papers that have to be served, response times that have to be waited out, and the possibility that I may have to see this person for a hearing. Last year alone, I saw them more in court than I would have had I had no restraining order in the first place. And even though it 'protected' me, at the same time it kept the situation, and the person, in my life, one way or the other. No, they weren't calling and harassing me or driving by my house anymore... now, they'd taken it to a whole new level by stalking me through the court system, filing ridiculous motions and contesting things left and right, then showing up with no evidence whatsoever, (since there never was any, at least not in their favor) or in one case, not showing up at all. You may think this sounds silly, laughable even, but I assure you, it's no laughing matter, and is, in fact, quite common amoung stalking victims. I was warned about it before it even happened, so that tells you how frequently it occurs.

Basically, I don't want to have to deal with that anymore. I'm so over it, I'm just done. It began to be more of a chess game anyway, and I don't want to play anymore. I was naive and believed that, once I had that piece of paper, all my problems would magically disappear. Rather than acting as a deterrent, however, it seemed to only add flames to the fire, because when you go to the trouble of asking the state to sign a legal document saying you no longer want someone in your life, that person tends to get embarrassed and angry with you, even though it was their own behavior that got them into the situation in the first place. In short, it makes the obsession worse, not better, in most cases. People who have obsessive personalities don't stop being obsessive because someone tells them it's wrong. On some level, they already know this, but they can't help themselves, hence the word 'obsessive'. I firmly believe now that if I hadn't gotten the restraining order, their preoccupation with me may have died out on it's own. In a sense, what I have done in attempting to curb it was to simply drag it on longer. Yay, me.

So, there it is... I'm hoping I won't regret it, but if they were going to hurt me, it would have already happened. People who do those things aren't thwarted by paperwork.. "I'd kill you, but you have that flimsy court order that I cannot penetrate. Damn you, Washington County!" *lol* 

nothing clever comes to mind.. [Friday, June 2nd 2006]
So, I'm at work today, but in horrible pain. Thankfully, I took a desk job. Otherwise, I'd be out in the field and I just don't think I can handle much movement today.. I really want to just go home, curl up into a little ball and pass out on pain meds.. but I can't. I have my little hot pack (microwave rice pillow) and the microwave is just a few feet away, so every 45 minutes or so, I stick it back in and it dulls the pain a bit. Right now I'm just hoping I make it through the day without throwing up..

We went out lastnight cruising the thrift stores. We always do that because you can find the coolest things if you're patient enough. We pull into the parking lot, and we're walking in, and who do we see but Andy's old boss, standing right in the front of the store looking through a bin. Great.. just who we wanted to see. He looks up, spots us, and gets this huge, creepy-ass grin across his face, like he's going to come say hello or something.. I put absolutely no effort into hiding my disgust for him, rolled my eyes and turned around and walked right back out the door. Andy didn't even see him, but he followed me to the car. He just trusts me enough to know that, if I turn around and abruptly walk in the other direction, there's probably a good reason. When we got in the car, I told him, and his response was that he was thankful he didn't notice him as he never wants to see his smarmy little face ever again. I don't really care what the old, balding bastard thinks of me, but it did ruin what could have been a good bit of shopping... asshat.

My husband rocks.. I came home lastnight and all the laundry was clean, the dishes were done and the whole house was spotless. He even washed the sheets and made the bed. I love him..

dutch porn anyone? [Thursday, June 1st 2006]

So I'm at work today, sitting at my desk listening to music via SHOUTcast, when I hear the funniest fucking lyric I have ever heard in my life... in a techno/dance song, this guy spouts out, "if I want to be repeatedly shit on I will make Dutch porn" (!!?!!) I am not even joking.. OMG!

I switched the station over really quick! Eww..


not mine [Tuesday, May 30th 2006]
There was a bright person who posted something about the attitudes of others towards those of us with chronic pain, and that made me want to share the following:


If you don’t know me you would not guess to look at me that I’m living with a very painful disease. I don’t talk about it much, but it's there. Because my disease is not visible to the naked eye, some people think it simply does not exist, even if I tell them. This is compounded because I am physically active, I go to the gym, therefore I must be fine. I have seen reactive facial expressions that might as well shout; “but you don't look sick!” Very few people have a true poker face.


I would never assume nor profess I know what’s going on in your body. Even if I had your medical file at my fingertips I would not assume to know your pain. I would feel like a total jerk if I presumed to know how you feel. But that doesn’t stop some people who seem to revel in both their arrogance and their ignorance. Without a medical degree or even knowledge of my full name they assume to know better than I what is going on in my body. That I “look healthy” to them is reason enough to assume I’m lying or deluded about the state of my own body.


You are not me. That means:


. Whatever magazine article you've read or talk show you may have seen does not qualify you to practice medicine.

. Unless you are my husband, a member of my family, or a close friend – you don’t know me.

. You don’t get to say what I am or am not feeling up to doing that day. You don’t decide what I’m capable of.


If your intention is to educate yourself on my disease, and your motivation is compassion, I welcome your genuine inquiries, and will do all I can to help you understand. Having had this disease for many years, and as one would imagine, I have done a fair amount of research. That being said, please don't ask me what endo is and expect a one sentence explanation. Most diseases are far more complicated than that, and while I appreciate that you care enough to ask, make sure you care enough to actually hear the answer. It has taken me years of reading, research and personal experience to learn the things I have about this disease, and I will not edit and/or condense that for your convenience. You'd be surprised, once I open my mouth to answer, how many people quickly figure out that they really don't want to know.


The Dali Lama once said 'Most of the world’s pain is caused by expectation – both our expectations of others and their expectations of us. Living in expectation is living in hell.'


I have no desire to live in hell, so with very few exceptions, I don’t care what your expectations are of me. Your expectations are your problem, not mine. To be brutally honest – I really don’t give a damn what you think or what you want. You are not a member of my circle, so aside from the respect and dignity I’m willing to extend to every human being, I owe you nothing.


*original post borrowed from Phillip T. Alden in the [info]chronic_pain community, and edited to reflect my own situation.


are you serious?? [Monday, May 29th 2006]
It always amazes me how people can profess their open-mindedness and simultaneously shamelessly stereotype someone or something in the very same sentence. It's like that quote from Austin Powers, "I hate people who are intolerant of other people's cultures.. and the Dutch!"

Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against an educated opposing opinion, but if you come at me with blanket generalizations, based on very little to no experience on the subject, I'm going to laugh at you, and dismiss you as an idiot.

Oh, and just for future reference, when discussing my stalker situation, (aka, 'two years in HELL') do not ask me why I ever got involved with that person in the first place, or what I saw in them to begin with. Obviously, if I knew they were prone to obsessive behavior, or that they were about to turn my life upside down, magnifying my already obvious trust issues, don't you think I would have turned the other way??

Idiot..

I object.. [Saturday, May 27th 2006]
I don't even know where to start.. the past few days have been absolute hell. We won the battle, but I'm afraid the war has just begun. To sum things up, here's an email we sent to Andy's new boss, (who he started with on the first of this month and hadn't received a paycheck yet, forcing me to use my personal credit line to pay our living expenses)... I wrote the email, after several conversations with the Bureau of Labor & Industries. Read more... )

In a nutshell, the guy hasn't done a single thing he's said he would, (not a single one!) and it began to look as though he didn't plan to pay Andy at all, (since he never bothered to have Andy fill out any new-hire paperwork, tax forms, etc.) We ended up meeting with him, and he tried to talk his way out of it, spouting some ridiculous bullshit about how Andy needed to 'believe' in the business and have faith, blah, blah, blah, which he quickly realized wasn't going to work anymore and that I wasn't going to have it. I asked him outright when he planned on paying Andy, and he said "I would really prefer to just speak with your husband about this", so I replied, "That's fine.. however, since I am financing his employment with you using my credit line, just write me a check for $500 and I'll gladly go wait in the car". Well, that shut him the fuck up right there!

Needless to say, I took control of the conversation, in my normal 'attorney-speak' fashion, provided him with the hours Andy expected to be paid for, explained the labor laws to him (mind you, this is a 50-odd year old man who supposedly has owned his own business for many years and should fucking goddamned know the laws by now!) provided him with copies of the paperwork we received from the Bureau of Labor & Industries detailing our complaint, and advised him that, aside from filing grievances with the appropriate state agencies, we would also be pursuing a lawsuit against him if he refuses to pay him for the hours he worked.

He obviously thought that since Andy is a nice guy, his wife would be timid and a total pushover. It became painfully apparent to him who not to mess with out of the two of us. His attitude changed quickly, followed by many apologies sprinkled with excuses, and by the end of the conversation, he was white, shaky, and writing Andy a check for a month's pay :) He also brought the tax paperwork (W-4 forms and such) for Andy to fill out, which they both dated 05/01/06, Andy's hire date. My Dad always tells me I missed my calling, and that I should have been an attorney.

I came home, took some migraine meds and passed out. I love confrontation, but it does take a toll on your body, especially if, like me, you have high blood pressure, heart issues and other health problems that are aggravated by stress. I did get my warrior-woman fix with the verbal boxing match, however, and that part was actually fun. I tend to be rather intimidating when the situation calls for it, and I rather enjoy watching people squirm. I still don't trust the slimy bastard further than I can spit, so this morning we went and cashed the check at his bank, rather than put it in one of our accounts and then have him stop payment on it or some stupid shit like that. We got the money, took it to my credit union and paid off my credit line, deposited the rest, but I have a bad feeling this is simply one of many battles to come, and needless to say, Andy is looking for a new job.

get off my goddamned phone!!! [Monday, May 22nd 2006]
I'm having a bad morning. We got a call around 8am from JC Penney Credit Services (collections dept), which would be understandable, if I had a JC Penney account. Since I don't, I informed them that they had a wrong number, that I was not 'Christina Whats-Her-Face' that they were trying to get ahold of, and I was hung up on. I did *69, got their number, and called them back to try to get our number removed from their calling system. Not only was the person I talked to extremely rude to me (after wading through their computer system for ten minutes trying to get a human on the phone,) she told me they couldn't find that number in their system, and hung up on me as well! I had explained to her that, since I am not a customer, their calls to my home are harassment, to which she replied (I am not making this up, she actually said this shit) that since I am not a customer, and this line is for their customers, that I was harassing her. Wtf?????

I told her I would call the police and the phone company if they refused to removed my number, and she said "go ahead!". I then asked for her supervisor, and was hung up on again.. I finally did get ahold of someone who was very nice (on my fourth call,) who promised to not only remove our number, but to make a report to her supervisor for the way I was treated.

I'll say this.. after the experience I had today as a "non-customer", I sure as HELL will never be a customer in the future!


Trojan [Sunday, May 21st 2006]
This morning CDI (Controlled Demolition, INC) blew up the Trojan Nuclear Power Plant Cooling Tower. The Tower took 2 years to build and cost more than $10 million. Read More )

See Photos )

I am pretty bummed about this. To understand why, you have to know that, as a child, my parents drove me past Trojan every other weekend on highway 30 to the coast, for twelve years of my life. Trojan ceased being a working nuclear power plant in the late eighties/early nineties, but prior to that, my gradeschool science class took a field trip there. We learned about how it worked and toured the plant. Several times since it was shut down, I've taken out of state visitors (Kyle, you remember this!) to see the massive structure that looms over the Oregon side of the Columbia river. Many have said they will miss the tower, especially since it provided a landmark that rivergoers used as well. I am sure that everyone who was raised here was watching the news along with me as the tower came down this morning in a cloud of smoke.

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