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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book "But What Can I Do?" This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in

Sunday, January 21, 2018

No, it's womyn's work. .. & I'll feel proud if I want 2

I switched out my veggie oil pump 2day & was so very very proud of myself. I swell with pride & deep satisfaction when I accomplish something that womyn are not supposed 2 know how 2 do, let alone actually do.

I had 2 buy a hose-2-half inch connector plus clamps, install it into the his & attach 2 the pump, disconnect the ground & hot wires from the old pump & reattach 2 the new pump& then transfer my veggie oil from a storage tank in2 my main tank.

IT WORKED! In my heightened sense of self-worth, I totally 4 got that i had opened the valve 2 all the tanks when I tried 2 transfer veggie oil using the gravity method of liquid seeking its own level-which again filled me with aggrandizement when it worked up to a point -at least giving me 25 gallons to run on until I found the pump.

Halting the flow to check the level, I was expecting the back tank I thought I was pumping put of to be close to empty. It wasn't. That was when I noticed the switches to each tank were open. & I swiftly saw the other drum - the one I haven't opened the lid on, was caving in like the sucked in checks on a child making her lips protrude.

I immediately flicked the switch to off, climbed up on the truck & forced open the lid, which finally gave to a rush of air.

I feel chastised for being so boastful. I continue pumping out of the designated tank after I closed all the other valves. By the time my tank is full, the auxiliary tank has returned to it's normal shape, thank the goddesses. I check for leaks or cracks but this time, I'm lucky. Alls well.

I fill the water tank as well & scrape the tape off my windshield. & ponder how accomplished I still feel - doing "man's work". No, it's womyn's work! !