This is what it looks like.

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That was yesterday — one of the big old cottonwood stands across the road. If you've looked at the photo for today's NDN Silver post, below, you'll know that we had that kind of fog yesterday and the day before . . . but nothing like those trees still dense with golden leaves. This is how skimpy what's left is, and a lot of them are already bare, a month and more too soon. That's what we should have at the end of November, first of December, not mid-October. But with real-time climate collapse, this is what it looks like; very often not a single catastrophic defining event, but a still-too-rapid process that is just as disasdtrous in the end.

Everything is terrible, and I'm not in the mood to mince words about any of it. All of it is due directly to colonialism, ongoing, and the colonial authorities are determined to make it worse on every front, so here we are. 

Meanwhile, there's that whole pesky survival thing nagging at me constantly, for us, for the land, for the future. Right now, it's covering our bases with those colonial authorities that's bedeviling me, and until I bring in enough to cover it all, that's not going to ease off. Meanwhile, the pain is excruciating, and I get no respite, from it or from the financial and other external stresses I'm having to try to manage now. No help, either, because we're on our own here, and that means it falls to me.

This month has been hell on . . . something, drugs more than wheels, actually, and it has been hellishly expensive, too, already. No matter how hard I try, I can't juggle enough to get caught up. There's no end to it, especially now that I'm dealing again with all the stresses of an IRS screwup. I have GOT to make some sales this week. I've still got to bring in a low four figures to deal with everything, because even though it's their mistake, we will still have to pay it, so I need to get this off my desk now, need it like I need air to breathe, because I'm not breathing very well at the moment with these post-booster autoimmune side effects. 

There's a ton of new work on the site already. The holidays will be here before you know it. And speaking of which, we're already into the holiday season here from a creative perspective, and yes, I have GOT to bring in enough for him to order silver, which has tripled in cost this year. If I don't bring in some more sales this weekend and in the week to come, we don't make it out of the month, so I'm feeling haunted by everything looming over me (and that's on top of all the stress that comes with disabling conditions increasing seemingly by the day now). All the links are here; please, share them, too:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (priority is first and foremost, the wheelbarrow, then 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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