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Dead leaves. The latest, in its earliest stages. I may wind up changing it.
Everything's late today. We had to run errands this morning, including picking up supplies in town for some of Wings's newest works-in-progress. Might have two, or even three, by the end of the week; might not. It's freaking cold in the studio, even with the space heater, and now they've set delivery back FOUR FULL DAYS, until Monday. You know, don't make me promises about delivery if you're not even gonna try to keep them; it was supposedly guaranteed for tomorrow, and yet here we are.
A ton of stuff to get done this week, so expect things to be late, early, whatever. I need to recoup the $91 I had to spend Monday on replacing the propane heater for Wings's studio, which is STILL between $50 and $60 cheaper than buying it locally. If he can't keep it heated, he can't work, and that means no sales and no income, so it's an investment we had to make. It also won't be here until
SALES SALES SALES. That's all it's about now. A lot of y'all don't realize this, but the Pueblo closes for much of the winter, starting usually a month to six weeks after the new year. Even before Christmas, the whole month of December locks vehicles out of the village, and that reduces tourist traffic a lot. Even though we're not physically there anymore, the drop in tourism affects us, too — and the numbers are down all over town and seemingly getting worse every single year.
What folks also don't realize is that this means that holiday sales are what keep us alive, through not just the end of the year but essentially the first six months of the year to come. If we could sell the belt featured below, it would keep us going well into the new year. This is it; this is what the whole year leads up to, and even in off years, Wings would still be filling commissions beginning around the first of October.
Pain levels are terrible this week; nearly debilitating completely. As miserable as my chronic pain is, it's nice finally to have a name to put on this thing that has caused me incessant pain literally my whole life, the thing everyone else dismissed. It happens to me virtually daily, at least in some small way (and very often in very large and debilitating ways), and at least now I have labels and language for what's happening to me and causing me so much constant pain. For those wondering about those and my other health issues, see here, although now there's a new wrinkle I'm not even going to bother to try to explain (triggered by this year's flu shot and confirmed by my doctor, and suffice to say there's no affording treatment); with regard to the work done and not done on the house, some of the details are here. Folks can help in several ways (I've added some new practical items to the wishlist), and we really need it now:
Please share everything, because I'm suddenly back behind the eight-ball on a whole additional front, and yeah, I'm scared about covering everything and surviving, too. Thanks.
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