Monday, November 9, 2020

Waiting on the snow.

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.

Only the tiniest of flurries last night, and a lot of the weather has already spun out, if the radar map is to be believed. Today, we both have a day ahead of us heavily overloaded with tasks, but at the moment, like our small world here, we're waiting on the snow.

Among too many other tasks, I have more than six hours of unpaid labor ahead of me trying to reconcile the state's constant bullshit with regard to pandemic reporting, this time between last Friday and today. I began this 8-9 months ago thinking it would be just transcribing the numbers for folks; I never imagine it would be this level of error-riddled inaccuracy, nor this level of deliberate manipulation and erasure, of attempts to suppress the numbers and their impact. Unfortunately, what that means is that I can't miss doing a single day of it, not even on Mondays when I'm forced by the state's venality and utter laziness to do Saturday's, Sunday's and Monday's numbers all in one day. All unpaid. And there's all my other work besides.

Speaking of which, I need to get to it. As I said earlier, we received some very good news last Wednesday, so I'm no longer worrying about covering the regular November expenses. It's what allowed us to arrange for the firewood. We'll be able to cover the hay for the horses, and possibly get the plumbing handled in the next few week or thereafter. But . . . BUT.

As grateful as we are for our current blessings, we also know that real winter hasn't even arrived yet, and it will be a long one. Cases continue to spike state-wide and locally both, with a record 23 deaths across the state Thursday; a record official new-case total of nearly 1,300 Friday; a new record locally Saturday, on a day this is by definition an undercount, with 21 reported new cases and one new death. Among the new cases locally are one or more at IHS, and apparently the clinic is NOT closed even though staffers are supposedly quarantined, and how does that work, exactly? There has been zero movement on the steps that MUST be taken to arrest this, and ski season opens in less than three weeks. If they allow tourists in, unquarantined, our local numbers are going to be deadly indeed. Meanwhile, the economy is wrecked already, and the number of people who need help climbs by the day.

This is all by way of saying that, blessings or no, I have still got to make consistent sales somehow, through the end of the year and beyond. In more ordinary years (long since gone now), our holiday sales alone carried us through the winter, the late winter/spring closure, and on toward summer. Those days are gone, and the closure is already here (and if not permanent, it's the next thing to it). We will still need to sell Wings's work regularly to make it. So please share the links, and if/when you're in the market for gorgeous, authentic, Spirit-infused Indigenous wearable art, Wings will have something perfect for you. The links are here:

Thanks.


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