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[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).
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.
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