Markers.

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Markers. That's one up there: part of the wild sunflower stand over Ice's grave. Tomorrow's one, too: two years since he left us, and it hurts like it was today.

Tomorrow's a marker in a different way, too: the first of two weeks' worth of medical-appointment hell, in terms of both time and costs. I'm going to have almost no time to myself over the next two weeks, because everything will either be dealing with these things or playing catch-up on regular tasks.

Also, as I said yesterday, I'm backing way off from everything but the basic posts, very little social media involvement for a while, because the knowledge of how expendable I, we, our peoples are has wounded me at such a level that there's really no point. Besides, I have to bring in enough to cover all theses appointments, five of them between us, and the labs and scrips and equipment and whatever the hell else, so everything I do has to be geared around making sales. Don't expect to see anything other than the usual posts, because all my years of work on it have clearly accomplished nothing. The rest is the cut-and-paste, and them I'm out for the day.

Some things never ease off. August first, and we've gotten to do exactly nothing with the summer that we'd planned, thanks to one medical issue after another, plus the plumbing mess. So tired, and so tired of having to spend every damn day of my life living in fear, over money, over health issues, over survival. Between us we have five medical appointments next week. At least four of them will be cash on the barrelhead, maybe number five, too. And then there are my upcoming labs, scrip, equipment . . . it's endless, and so are the costs. Above all else, I have to bring in a lot more scratch — a LOT more — to cover everything, and that means sales, so you know what comes next.

Sales here; testimonials here; wishlist (such as it is still — I've added some candles of the nontoxic variety to deal with the lingering mildew odor in the utility room while it's drying out from the plumbing disaster, the kind that are not supposed to impair my breathing, the kind we can't get locally; I've also added a couple of supplements I have to take and our one real vice, the coffee we prefer [cheaper by the case]) here. 

Speaking of testimonials, new ones are posted at long last; if you haven't submitted yours, please do, because this helps us make sales (and we keep you as anonymous as you want to be; you can see the kinds of options people choose in the various entries). We need more folks to send them in, too. 

Wings dropped three new pieces yesterday, including an absolutely phenomenal pair of dangle earrings; the post is here. That's on top of several new bead pieces a couple of weeks ago; you can find the summary post here. The new butterfly concha belt dropped a few days ago, and it is absolutely incredible. We really need to sell it; that would take care of looming medical stuff, at least in part. Possibly two need bead necklaces later today, the pair the result of needing to use up smallish lengths of chain from an earlier repair. And while I spend every spare moment chasing those sales, there aren't many spare moments for me these days, especially with my ongoing breathing issues and whatever else is going on that they haven't identified yet; new labs and meds and equipment to that end having to be paid for next week. So please, help us get the word out. I've got to bring in more sales somehow.



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