Ajijaakwe: October 2018

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Still no dogs, but plenty of snow. Go share/donate to Cherie's fundraiser. Sales/subscribers/shares also needed for us now.

Late yesterday, waiting for the storm. It's here now; big flakes driving in hard from the north-northeast.

No luck at Animal Control yesterday; just lots of beautiful sweet pups begging to come home with us. We can only hope that Crow and Blue are still alive and somewhere safe and sheltered from the storm. Crow has a decent undercoat, but Blue has none, and she gets cold easily. We're hoping that whomever they "belonged" to before they showed up here on February 2nd, starving literally to death, saw how sleek and beautiful they are now, wanted them back, and grabbed them and locked them up somewhere. If so, we'll see them again, because Crow is absolutely fearless, and she'll find a way to stage a jail break. I'm hanging onto that, because the alternative is unthinkable.

A reminder, if you haven't already: Cherie and her family need help saving their house. Go share her GoFundMe page here, and kick in if you can; she's got a long way to go and very little time.

We also have to make some steady sales. Winter is coming for us, too, and while we're heading into the season that normally keeps us going for months out of the year, we know we can't rely on it this year; sales have been far too slow. And speaking of slow, the snow is going to impeded my already glacial physical progress today, and I have very little time to get everything done that I have to do today, and I need to get on it, so the rest is cut-and-paste.

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. There's more medical stuff in the offing, too. I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way).

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous, plus a new 7-piece collection of coils that dropped yesterday (six remain available for purchase). It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
Wings's direct PayPal link;
A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

Please share the links. We're now officially into holiday order season, because commissions take time, so if you're planning on holiday gifts, please keep Wings's work in mind. And given what we're up against, we won't turn away donations, either, because we simply can't afford it.

Spirits, Storm, and Shadows, and Blue Worlds of Dust and Light

Photo copyright Aji, 2018;
all rights reserved.

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's one of Wings's newest works, one especially suited to this day and its wintry weather, too. It's a pair of earrings manifest in appropriately ghostly shades of earthy browns and icy blues and skeletal silver fringe, fitting for these days of spirits, storm, and shadows, and blue worlds of dust and light.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact form. And, as always, sales are very much needed (especially now; tax payments, five figures' worth of existing medical bills, and more medical bills in the offing), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2018; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Someone we know could lose her home of 68 years. We can help prevent that.

[Here's the tl;dr: Cherie and her family (snackdoodle, for those of you at the GOS) are going to lose their family home of 68 years if we don't step up and help them get around the hurdles the mortgage crisis put into place. Donate via GoFundMe here, or by PayPal at cclark1 [at] cox [dot] net. Match our current $50 contribution if you can.]

It's gray and windy here; the mercury has dropped significantly from this morning. The aspens are shedding their leaves in advance of the freezing rain and snow forecast for tonight and tomorrow.

"Winter is coming" may be the motto of House Stark, but here, it's a truth of the season, too.

Winter is coming to Nebraska, too, and soon: It's a place susceptible to extreme weather year-round, but cold wintry rains are forecast for the weekend and much of next week. The first snow cannot be far behind.

It's not a time for anyone to lose a home. It's especially not a time for a 74-year-old woman and her disabled son (he has a severe seizure disorder and has survived two heart attacks) to lose their family home of sixty-eight years. The circumstances are made all the more obscene because it's not their fault, but the system doesn't care: They are victims of the criminal enterprise known as the subprime mortgage scheme, and the holders of the note on their house are not the ones with whom they entered any agreement. But as we know all too well from having lost everything ourselves eight years (nine winters) ago, such institutions treat rules as suggestions and laws as mosquitoes, to be swatted away as nothing more than a temporary inconvenience.

And too often, they're enabled by an apathetic and dysfunctional justice system.

That's where Cherie and her family find themselves now: at the crossroads of apathy and greed, where absolutely no one in the system is invested in helping them stay in their home, because it's more profitable to "people who matter" to make sure they don't.

Those of you with ties to the GOS may know Cherie as snackdoodle. On Saturday, she wrote a diary there detailing the desperate straits in which she and hers now find themselves. Time is of the essence, and there's not much of that left. They have only days to raise the funds for a retainer for a qualified lawyer who will pursue their case in federal court and make one last-ditch, pull-out-all-the-stops effort to save the home that has been her family's since 1950.

Cherie's Saturday diary got some traction for a day or so. Weekends are notoriously hard for fundraising; everyone's busy with everything they could do during the workweek. But since then, donations have dropped off precipitously, and she and her family are fast running out of time. They've managed to raise $1,200 so far, but they need to raise $6,000 — $5K for the lawyer's retainer and an additional cushion for incidentals such as filing fees, etc. Now, yes, it's true that, should they prevail in federal court, they may very well need a lot of help getting on their feet with regard to a new payment plan, but that's neither surprising nor disqualifying. We're supposed to be here to help each other. Wings and I know that as well as anyone; after eight winters virtually homeless, in conditions most people cannot even fathom in a place where extremes of weather and climate are the norm, it was the generosity of friends and strangers alike, added to every penny we scrimped and save to earn and hang onto, that enabled us to build the small, solid, warm, safe house in which we will spend this winter, secure against the elements.

If people can do that, they can do anything. Saving Cherie's house should be easily done, provided we can get enough people of good will and generosity to lend a hand.

We took some funds from our last sale and kicked them in over the weekend. We made another sale last night, and we're taking fifty dollars from it and throwing it in the kitty as soon as I get this posted. If 99 more people gave the same amount, we'd have the total covered with a fraction to spare. I know a lot of folks can't give fifty. But some can, and some can give $100, and some can give even more than that. One hundred donors of varying amounts, and we can make short work of the balance. We could do it today, if we can get this in front of the right people, and if there's the will to do it.

Wings and I are blessed. Whatever else we face (and right now, with my health issues, to call it "significant" is to understate the matter by an order of magnitude or so), we at least have a roof over our heads — a real roof, a real home, warmth and safety and security in the face of the storm that is now only hours distant. Cherie and her family need that same sense of security.

Even if you can't donate, please share the link to her GoFundMe page. But if you can, please do. If you can match our $50, please do that; if you can go us one (or a lot) better, please, please do so. We are mindful of our great good fortune now, and we want to pay some of that forward by helping Cherie and her family keep their lifelong home. Again, here's the GoFundMe page. If you prefer PayPal, here's the e-mail address to use: cclark1 [at] cox [dot] net. And if you want to send a check, message me and I'll get you an address.

Winter is coming. No one should have to face it by losing their home. The way the system is set up, we can't save everybody, although I sorely wish we could. But we can save the one's we know about, and we know about Cherie and her family. Let's keep them home.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2018; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

A new perspective, and a lot to do before the weather hits. Watch for a post for some folks needing help. Also, sales/susbcribers/shares still needed.

If you click on the photo and zoom in closely on the center, you'll see something from a whole new perspective. I got to see it yesterday on our way back from the day's biggest errand.

More of those today, unfortunately, starting with an in-person visit to Animal Control, since no one will return our calls. They don't open until nearly midday, and we have to get everything . out of the way before the weather hits; they're predicting a 100% chance of snow tonight and tomorrow, but rain turning to snow before that. Later today, I'll have a post up on behalf of some folks in really dire straits, so please watch for it, spread their crowdfunding links around, and give if you can, because time for them is very, very short
right now. Speaking of which, I have very little time before I have to get moving myself if I'm going to get everything done that I have to do today, and I need to get on it, so the rest is cut-and-paste.

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. There's more medical stuff in the offing, too. I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way).

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous, plus a new 7-piece collection of coils that dropped yesterday (six remain available for purchase). It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
Wings's direct PayPal link;
A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

Red Willow Spirit: Beneath Blue Skies, In the Shadow of the Spirits

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's an edition of Red Willow Spirit for the week of All Souls. It's a contemplation, too, of the nature of reality in ancient places and indigenous spaces, a timeless land that lives and thrives beneath blue skies, in the shadow of the spirits.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, his photos (these, a part of an autumn series taken at this time a half-dozen years ago), are available for purchase in any of the usual three formats; simply inquire via the site's Contact form. And, as always, sales are very much needed (especially now; on top of the existing medical bills, more medical stuff looming soon), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2018; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Monday, October 29, 2018

Coils! Wings's latest collection has just dropped.

As promised, it's a whole collection of new coils! Wings finished them late yesterday, but we've been busy with other tasks all day, the kind with time constraints, and this is my first opportunity to get them posted. It's the long-awaited fifth in the series, The Humility Collection, and the reasons for the delay have been humbling indeed.

As usual, each coil has its own individual entry in the relevant section of their gallery on his site, but you can read the blog post that introduces them as a set here. As the post itself notes, these are a bit more substantial in some respects than most of their counterparts; some contain more solid, weighty beads, while some include beads of a higher value than is usually found in such works. Regardless, the price remains the same as their predecessors in the larger series (although I'm setting aside some of that high-grade kyanite for him to make me something, so be warned that this is likely all there is of it). If one of them speaks to you, just hit me up via the Contact form; first-come as always.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2018; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

A day for speed and power. No dogs, but new work going up shortly. Sales very much needed, and subscribers and shares, too.

I need her strength and power with me today, and maybe some of her speed, too. Hopefully she'll show up again, like she has the last couple of days.

So the weather people made a liar out of me yesterday, almost immediately. Our forecast changed with amazing speed, calling for rain tomorrow and snow on Wednesday, although now they're saying the snow will hit late in the day tomorrow instead. We'll see. Either way, we have a ton of stuff that we have to get done today just in case, which means that once I'm offline here shortly, I'll probably be offline for most of the day, maybe even until evening.And as I said yesterday, still no sign of the dogs anywhere (nor any sign of anything horrible, so we still have a little hope, but we'll have to keep looking).

I will, I hope, be able to get one more set of posts up before I have to go do other kinds of work. Wings spent the weekend in the studio, and we have a new collection coils to show for it. Those will be going up shortly. I also hope I can get one other post written, although doing it justice is no sure thing on this kind of cramped timetable, so we'll see. I have very little time before I have to get moving, and I need to get on it, so the rest is cut-and-paste.

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. There's more medical stuff in the offing, too. I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way).

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous. It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
Wings's direct PayPal link;
A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

Monday Photo Meditation: Temporary Gold to Infinite Blue

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's a photo meditation for the last Monday in October — and perhaps the last day of fiery foliage before the blue skies and warm winds turn to enough snow to strip the leaves from their branches. It's a contemplation, too, of one of Wings's favorite perspectives, one that reminds us to look upward, through temporary gold to infinite blue.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. This is a current shot, from four days ago, and as always, Wings's photos are available for purchase in any of the usual three formats; simply inquire via the site's Contact form. Also as always, sales are very much needed (especially now, with five figures' worth of medical bills already, more upcoming, and the tax payments on top of it all), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2018; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Still no dogs, but another obsessive. Medical bills still mounting; sales/subscribers/shares all needed now.

[A note to Overland Park: This is stalker behavior. You want to know something, hit that profile button and ask me directly. But trawling through a year of our lives for hours on end over two days — the first thing you did when you got up this morning, really? — is creepy as hell. I get so tired of this crap, because this obsessive stalker garbage has been a part of my life all the years that Wings and I have been together. You ain't special.]

Up around seventy again yesterday, but the aspens have mostly turned now. Ours are always the last in the area to go; they're a little lower compared to those around our land, and thus slightly protected. One more good storm, and most of these leaves will drop. Any storm of that sort is a ways off, though.

Saw our friends yesterday and got a few errands run. Still no sign of the dogs anywhere (nor any sign of anything horrible, so we still have a little hope).

As I said, there's a lot more to do, plus the snowball effect of the bills. Wings got three new pairs of earrings done over the weekend (in addition to the three from earlier last week), and I posted them here. He's got new coils in the works, too, as well as two or three showpieces, really high-end stuff. I'll post them as soon as they're done, which will be over the next couple of weeks (in plenty of time for the holidays); three coils into the next collection now, and the whole set might even be done by tonight or tomorrow.

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. There's more medical stuff in the offing, too. I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way), so the rest is cut-and-paste.

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous. It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
Wings's direct PayPal link;
A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

The Night Fire

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's one of Wings's all-new works, completed only days ago. It's a work in the shapes and shades of the season, a reminder of the truth the the night fire burns brightest and most beautiful for its relation to the dark.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact form. And, as always, sales are very much needed (especially now; another tax payment due shortly, plus more medical stuff upcoming on top of the existing five figures' worth of medical bills), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2018; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Beautiful weather, but the dogs are still missing. More medical stuff in the offing. Sales/subscribers/shares all needed now.

Beautiful weather right now; cold at night, but highs up into the 60s, with tomorrow supposed to hit near 70. More of the trees have turned than not now, and the rain the other day has ripped most of the leaves off the maple. Still some foliage on one side, though.

More errands yesterday, and today, some friends are in town. I won't get much done on any front, most likely. Still trying to fight off . . . something; I cant tell whether it's a genuine bug, a sinus infection, or something else, but whatever it is, it's slowing me down that much more. Still no word on the dogs. The others are sticking close to home now, mostly. I'm just sick over that, too. We need them home.

As I said, there's a lot more to do, plus the snowball effect of the bills. Wings got three new pairs of earrings done over the weekend (in addition to the three from earlier last week), and I posted them here. He's got new coils in the works, too, as well as two or three showpieces, really high-end stuff. I'll post them as soon as they're done, which will be over the next couple of weeks (in plenty of time for the holidays); one set of the coils might even be done by the first of the week.

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. There's more medical stuff in the offing, too. I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way), so the rest is cut-and-paste.

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous. It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
Wings's direct PayPal link;
A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

A Red Autumn Sun

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's one of Wings's more recent works, in the shades of this season's brilliant light. It's a ring in the color of the fire of dawn and dusk, a reminder that, before we make the turn to winter, we live at the square of a red autumn sun.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact form. And, as always, sales are very much needed (now more than ever; taxes and medical bills looming heavily, with more of the latter coming soon), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2018; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Friday, October 26, 2018

Cold, but too little snow; Crow and Blue still missing. More medical bills looming. Sales, subscribers, and shares all badly needed.

A little snow on the peaks now. Not nearly enough. We had to go up to Questa this morning to take care of a couple of things, and if anything, their peaks have even less snow than ours. Colorado's are looking healthier, but they had a far better winter than we did last year, too.

Crow and Blue are still missing, and I'm at my wits' end. Wings was worried initially and I thought they'd be back by day's end on Wednesday; now it's reversed, and he thinks they're alive and holed up somewhere, while I'm . . . my instincts are not telling me good things. Blue's been gone for a day or two at a time before, but Crow? Never. She always comes back to eat. I'm beside myself.

I'm behind even more than usual because of the errands the last couple of days have required. As I said yesterday, there's a lot more to do today that couldn't be done yesterday, plus the snowball effect of the bills. Wings got three new pairs of earrings done over the weekend (in addition to the three from earlier last week), and I posted them here. He's got new coils in the works, too, as well as two or three showpieces, really high-end stuff. I'll post them as soon as they're done, which will be over the next couple of weeks (in plenty of time for the holidays); one set of the coils might even be done by the first of the week. The rest is cut-and-paste, because I'm way behind, there's a ton of stuff to get done yet before the real rain gets here, and I'm slower than molasses anymore.

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. Like I said yesterday, I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way), so the rest is cut-and-paste.

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous. It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
Wings's direct PayPal link;
A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

Friday Feature: Hidden Fires

It's our Friday Feature at The NDN Silver Blog, with a work by one of Wings's oldest friends in the regional Native arts community, a master carver with a unique style. It's Bear, given form and shape of astonishing substance and solidity, a spirit seemingly earthy and pale but tending hidden fires of the soul just below the surface.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact form. And, as always, sales are very much needed [especially now, with new medical bills looming on top of all the existing ones, and another tax payment, too (and selling this guy would pay off about three of the smaller remaining bills)], so shares of the site links are much appreciated.

All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2018; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Rain and fog and missing dogs. Endless pressure from the bills. Sales and subscribers and shares all needed now.

Not a good day yesterday. It rained all day, which was welcome, but hard enough that doing much of anything was impossible. Also, mud. Also, fighting a bug, apparently.

Beyond that, though, Crow and Blue are missing. They took off running, as they always do, somewhere between 7:30 and 8 AM yesterday; they pretty much always come back for breakfast, or at least by midday. They're still not back. I went out looking yesterday evening before dark; no sign of them anywhere. It could be anything; people shoot animals around here. Then there's the highway. Even bears at this time of year. Coyote is sticking close and so is KitFox; Cricket looks more worried than ever. If you've got any spare vibes to get them back safely, send 'em their way, please.

A lot to do today that couldn't be done yesterday, plus the snowball effect of the bills. As I said the other day, Wings got three new pairs of earrings done over the weekend (in addition to the three from earlier last week), and I posted them here. He's got new coils in the works, too, as well as two or three showpieces. I'll post them as soon as they're done, which will be over the next couple of weeks (in plenty of time for the holidays). The rest is cut-and-paste, because I'm way behind, there's a ton of stuff to get done yet before the real rain gets here, and I'm slower than molasses anymore.

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. Like I said yesterday, I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way), so the rest is cut-and-paste.

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous. It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
Wings's direct PayPal link;
A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

#TBT: Fiery Hearts and Spirits

It's #ThrowbackThursday at The NDN Silver Blog, with not one work but three, a collection in miniature that was a very special commission a couple of months ago. It's a trio of baby bracelets for a set of then-newborn triplets, two girls and a boy, designed to capture and embody the fiery hearts and spirits children hold in what also turned out to be the flame-red shades of autumn.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. These are, of course, one-of-a-kind pieces that will not be duplicated exactly, but if the style speaks to your spirit (even for adult-sized cuffs), simply inquire via the site's Contact form; Wings can create a version uniquely your own. And, as always, sales are very much needed (never more so; tax installment due soon and the medical bills are weighing heavy and hard), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Rain, and fire, and storms of scarier sorts. New work recently, and sales are needed badly; subscribers and shares, too.

Since we're talking about maples and fire ::points at post immediately below:: here it is. That was late yesterday; after a night's worth of rain, the darker red at the top has spread over most of the leaves as of this morning. We'll have a few more days of fire before they drop.

What we do not have is snow, because the storm brought warmer air with it. No rain at the moment, only fog, but it looks like that will change shortly. As I said yesterday, the financial storm, of course, is already here and gaining strength; we'll have to send in another tax payment in a couple of weeks, and the hounding from the medical bills is never-ending.

Trying to get lots of things caught up before the real weather hits. As I said yesterday, Wings got three new pairs of earrings done over the weekend (in addition to the three from earlier last week), and I posted them here. He's got new coils in the works, too, as well as two or three showpieces. I'll post them as soon as they're done, which will bee over the next couple of weeks (in plenty of time for the holidays). The rest is cut-and-paste, because I'm way behind, there's a ton of stuff to get done yet before the real rain gets here, and I'm slower than molasses anymore.

Spirit knows we need sales now, and desperately. Repairs on both vehicles are paid, as well as a bunch of other stuff that needed to be paid now, and we squeezed out a little to help his clan brother out with heat. But the tax bill is going to haunt us for a very long time to come, to say nothing of the five figures' worth of medical bills remaining, and I have to send in something substantial on the latter, and soon. Like I said yesterday, I am exhausted, physically, mentally, and every other way, with the rapid-fire weather changes playing hell with my autoimmune disease and with my breathing issues (the cold is back morning and night, and so is my shortness of breath, in a very big way), so the rest is cut-and-paste.

I've been saying that I don't see a way to claw us out of this hole. I still don't. And it's hard to think when illness fogs your brain as badly as it does mine. There's nothing I can do right now except what I've done my whole life, which it just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I have to make some sales, I have to find a way to bring in major amounts right now, and I don't know how, but I've got to get work trying. Wings has new work out, six brand-new pairs of earrings, and they're fabulous. It would be a small start.

We need sales, badly. Never moreso, frankly. What follows are links that are a means of helping a little bit. I am sick, body, mind, heart, and spirit, and there's no room for anything else:

My new Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds);
Wings's site, for sales, with new items posted;
Wings's direct PayPal link;
A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

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