Tiny busy spirits.

Photo copyright Aji, 2022; all rights reserved.

That was yesterday evening, when the heat had dropped by maybe five degrees. Still unbearable, but these tiny busy spirits were handling it okay. Of course, they had plenty of incentive, because once dark begins to fall and it cools off to a [barely] manageable level, we wind up with ten, twelve, twenty of the aggressive little monsters here at once, all battling for turf.

Yesterday was an absolute nightmare, and it's left me crippled today. I can't spend that much time on my feet on hard surfaces, never mind all the hurrying back and forth, and doing it in those temperatures nearly gave me heatstroke. And then, of course, there's always the stress involved. Even when you know the money is there, when you've grown up as poor as I did, that's a particular kind of stress and shame that never leaves you.

And then there's the silver problem that I learned about last night. Third year of pandemic, and this colonial nightmare of a country has figured out yet another way to destroy us. I may not be able to have another pain treatment this year, at this rate. On top of everything else yesterday, we found out via a dear friend that the problem I encountered with the price of a particular type of silver he needs is not in fact a one-off; both suppliers in this state have more than tripled their silver prices, which has left me pretty badly shaken. He's got enough for now to do what he needs to do, but nothing's going to change anytime soon, given that the justifications for it will be "supply-chain issues," "fuel prices," "war in Ukraine," and "inflation"; these prices are here for the foreseeable future. It's going to put a lot of Native smiths and jewelers completely out of business, and to make sure that Wings does not become one of them, I have GOT to make some sales. All the links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (priority is first and foremost, the other ladder);
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

We're still hoping to put aside enough for a new well when the ground thaws enough to drill in the spring, too, Nah, we've given up on the well. No one's available to drill before late next year at the earliest, and this year's tax burden means we would never be able to afford it anyway. But it's even more of a good time to make a purchase, because Uncle Sam is a vindictive colonizer, and my current stress levels about paying it all are off the charts. And there's lots of fabulous work, so please share all of the links. 

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