Fitting, I suppose.

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That was last night: after the storm, the fire. It's becoming a pattern now; the violence of the weather is becoming a pattern, too.

Fitting, I suppose, in a world that seems hell-bent on waging ever more violence under the guise of "economy" and "capitalism" and "democracy" when all it is is more murderous colonialism. Yeah, your favorites running this country, too. We've been made expendable in official terms, and that I cannot and will not forgive. Not in a world that has spent our whole lives (and that of our ancestors dating back half a millennium now) making us disposable, dispensable, and expendable.

I'm tired. The problems with my illness and my meds are making my days an absolute misery, and I suspect that there's going to be nothing to be done for it. Not because something can't be done, in the abstract, but because this stupid murderous system has decided that nothing can be done because treating pain is bad and access to healthcare is morally corrupting and so people like me need to suffer for this culture's cult of control. And if we can't take the suffering any longer, then we'd better get on with the business of dying and decrease the surplus population.

Yeah, right now I'm bitter. And angry. And I'm not going to forgive this crap.

Because the pressures on me don't end. I've got to bring in more sales, and I've got to find a way to create more hours in the day to get stuff done. I have the next round of tax payments coming up, and I'm probably going to have to skip my goddamn pain therapy yet AGAIN just to pay something we shouldn't even have to pay on stolen land, but here we fucking are. Yeah, damn right I'm angry. The whole system is set up to kill us.

As I mentioned yesterday, most likely, I will soon have a fundraising post up on behalf of someone very important to us (maybe tonight or tomorrow). We'll be giving, and I'm going to be asking everyone else to give, too, and to share it with your networks. It's for Wings's son, who is working hard at making a go of his own business, but who needs to be able to invest in the single most essential component of it, and the price tag is, of course, out of reach. This is what keeps a roof over his head in a place very far away, and we need to help him do that.

Meanwhile, Wings is still cranking out new inventory when he can. The last in his gemstone bead Elementals series posted last Sunday, here (and you do want to click through each entry and see the other angles). Three nights ago, I posted his four brand-new pieces, one cuff and three rings (one of which is already sold), here. And he's got a whole host of other pieces in the works. But he's suddenly having to be much more mindful of what he creates, given the crisis-level spike in silver prices.

As I said earlier, we just learned that both silver suppliers in this state have more than tripled their silver prices (for some types of silver, much more), which has left me pretty badly shaken. And it's across the board; even small things, like findings and earring wires and backs, have gone way, way up. 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. That's especially true with the holidays coming; these silver spikes are going to make this fall a crisis point for a lot of jewelers. Unfortunately, I'm being hobbled by everything else, not least of which is this flare that is making the progression in my illness much worse: numbness, contractures, crippling pain, another side effect that has forced me to discontinue my lupus meds entirely (dangerously low BG, and now I'm getting the muscle-contracture effects of doing without it). I'm going to need help to do this. All the links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (priority is first and foremost, the other ladder; also sheets, especially replacing the navy ones that are falling apart now);
• 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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