Saturday, February 29, 2020

Leap.

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.

Leap.

That's from last week, but I guess the starling was already anticipating today. For a sort of extra day, it's a beautiful one, but the wind's rising now, which takes away the warmth (and the enjoyment) pretty fast.

I feel like I have to hold my breath and leap pretty much every day just as a matter of course. That's the way it is without the usual safety nets, which, of course, folks like us haven't had from birth. Other folks are finally getting a tiny taste of what that's like, but it's clear to us they still don't understand what they've done, much less what's ahead. So we're spending these weeks of winter-into-spring trying to get ourselves ready for the possibility of some tough times.  

As I said yesterday, I am slammed, constantly, right now, and likely to remain so. Let's keep it shortish: There are a few newer things scattered throughout Wings's site. I posted the new informal series on Wednesday; you can find all three works here. [If you like rainbows, this set's for you.] We need to keep making sales; there's a lot of year ahead, and a lot of medical and other expenses, too. And we're only one month into the two-month closure, so with two exceptions, sales have been nonexistent so far in 2020.

Also, I'm adding the Amazon wishlist back on. ::Sigh:: we really can't function without it now; they've made themselves that indispensable, especially for folks who live in poor rural areas like we do. And I'm really, really going need to get some things that I can't get here, and soon (the kinds of things Amazon cards are useful for). I'm also going to need to add a new coffeemaker, because while I can baby this one along a while longer (it's broken in, as of yesterday, three now four different ways, but for the moment I can still use it, even if not easily so). I don't know how much longer I'll be able to say that, though. Coffee is our one real luxury, but it's too big a chunk at once, and we have medical stuff to deal with, and folks who need help besides. Since my CF O2 concentrator is going to set us back upwards of $4K, I'm trying to set aside monies for that. Which means, hideously expensive or not, I'm putting the coffeemaker and a grinder on the wishlist. Like I said, this is our one real luxury that we allow ourselves, and we like it to taste right, and both of these items are supposed to be really, really good for that, as well as really, really sturdy.

The process of Wings's dental surgeries begins next week, and that's going to take a lot of both of us. In the meantime, there are all the usual expenses, and January and February have both been hell on far too many fronts. We have plumbing repairs to get done next month, never mind everything else that will be needed to finish the house (that's undoubtedly getting bumped to next year, and probably the year after, too). In addition to the four-month process for Wings's work, there are the meds. And speaking of fragile, I'm due also for follow-up scans and biopsies already; they're not going to happen, because we don't have five figures' worth of scratch to waste on it, to say nothing of travel time and related problems. I've still got to make sales, try to drum up new Patreon subscribers, do whatever I can to bring in more money, all on top of everything else. Folks can help in several ways (sales are always preferred). Oh, and I posted four new works a week or so ago, here and here, and I added something new, seasonal, and absolutely fabulous a few days later, so please share the links (also, BUY! they're all perfect for spring, Easter, Mother's Day, upcoming festivities of any kind):
Please share everything. Thanks.


All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used 
or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Faith In the Forces of Seasons and Time

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's a spectacularly seasonal work from one of Wings's more recent signature series, The Coiled Power Collections. It's a whirling vortex of all the shades and shapes of winter wedded intimately with those of spring, a manifestation of the links between our cosmos and cosmologies and an affirmation of our faith in the forces of seasons and time

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact formAnd, as always, sales are very much needed (with an unusually huge cluster of bills for January alone, and two new and enormous health-related costs for Wings), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.



All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Friday, February 28, 2020

Fragile spirits.

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Small and fragile spirits. It's already [allegedly] 54 degrees, but it feels at least 20 degrees colder, thanks to the wind. We've had two small dust devils chasing through here already this morning, and I hope we don't get anything larger. We still haven't been able to fix the stable from the vortex that tore it apart two years ago.

I am slammed, constantly, right now, and likely to remain so. Let's keep it shortish: There are a few newer things scattered throughout Wings's site. I posted the new informal series on Wednesday; you can find all three works here. [If you like rainbows, this set's for you.] 

Also, I'm adding the Amazon wishlist back on. ::Sigh:: we really can't function without it now; they've made themselves that indispensable, especially for folks who live in poor rural areas like we do. And I'm really, really going need to get some things that I can't get here, and soon (the kinds of things Amazon cards are useful for). I'm also going to need to add a new coffeemaker, because while I can baby this one along a while longer (it's broken in, as of yesterday, three now four different ways, but for the moment I can still use it, even if not easily so). I don't know how much longer I'll be able to say that, though. Coffee is our one real luxury, but it's too big a chunk at once, and we have medical stuff to deal with, and folks who need help besides. Since my CF O2 concentrator is going to set us back upwards of $4K, I'm trying to set aside monies for that. Which means, hideously expensive or not, I'm putting the coffeemaker and a grinder on the wishlist. Like I said, this is our one real luxury that we allow ourselves, and we like it to taste right, and both of these items are supposed to be really, really good for that, as well as really, really sturdy.

The process of Wings's dental surgeries begins next week, and that's going to take a lot of both of us. In the meantime, there are all the usual expenses, and January and February have both been hell on far too many fronts. We have plumbing repairs to get done next month, never mind everything else that will be needed to finish the house (that's undoubtedly getting bumped to next year, and probably the year after, too). In addition to the four-month process for Wings's work, there are the meds. And speaking of fragile, I'm due also for follow-up scans and biopsies already; they're not going to happen, because we don't have five figures' worth of scratch to waste on it, to say nothing of travel time and related problems. I've still got to make sales, try to drum up new Patreon subscribers, do whatever I can to bring in more money, all on top of everything else. Folks can help in several ways (sales are always preferred). Oh, and I posted four new works a week or so ago, here and here, and I added something new, seasonal, and absolutely fabulous a few days later, so please share the links (also, BUY! they're all perfect for spring, Easter, Mother's Day, upcoming festivities of any kind):
Please share everything. Thanks.


All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used 
or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Friday Feature: An Invoking of the Spirits of Life Itself

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.
It's our Friday Feature at The NDN Silver Blog, with a small painting (and carving, of sorts) by a relatively young and immensely talented carver who learned well from the masters among his own people the techniques of giving form and shape to the spirits. Today, it's a slight departure from his more usual katsinam, or kachina figures, with an invoking of the spirits of life itself, robed in the shapes and shades of an earth rich and growing once more.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact formAnd, as always, sales are very much needed (with an unusually huge cluster of bills for January alone, and two new and enormous health-related costs for Wings in February), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.



All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Thursday, February 27, 2020

An old friend returned.

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.

Yesterday was physically grueling, between the wind and the cold and the exhaustion we're both fighting. But my girl heard my voice and came to greet me overhead, and shortly thereafter we got the good news about Ona. Then the end of the day gave us an old friend returned: the one up there. I saw it from a distance as I was coming back from evening chores to head indoors for the night. It was perched by itself in a place where the colonizing starlings usually sit at that time of day, but even from a distance, it didn't look quite right to me for that. It didn't look quite right for an ordinary blackbird, either, though. So I snapped the shot and went indoors, and it was only when I uploaded the photos that I realized that, for the first time a few years, we have a brown-headed cowbird back for an early spring.

I'm taking his appearance as a good omen, because I have to hang onto something in these harsh, physically miserable days.

The rest is going to be mostly cut-and-paste, because I am now way, WAY behind on this day (and the week, and the month, and and and), and I'm going to be really slammed all week long (for the next two to three weeks, actually, at the very least), but there are a few newer things scattered through it, too. I posted the new informal series yesterday; you can find all three works here. [If you like rainbows, this set's for you.] In the meantime, this is going to be a rough couple of weeks for him, because of what's ahead and what he's dealing with in other contexts, and rough for me, both because of what's ahead and my own health issues, chronic and current, being complicated further by lack of sleep. Expect to see me only when you see me, and maybe don't expect me to make a lot of sense, because the exhaustion is really taking over my brain.

Oh, and one other thing:  I'm adding the Amazon wishlist back on. ::Sigh:: we really can't function without it now; they've made themselves that indispensable, especially for folks who live in poor rural areas like we do. And I'm really, really going need to get some things that I can't get here, and soon (the kinds of things Amazon cards are useful for). I'm also going to need to add a new coffeemaker, because while I can baby this one along a while longer (it's broken in three different ways, but I can still use it, even if not easily so), the one I want to replace it is one I cannot bring myself to justify buying because of the cost. Coffee is our one real luxury, but it's too big a chunk at once, and we have medical stuff to deal with, and folks who need help besides. [And today, the coffeemaker decided to perform a new [and utterly undesired] trick, so I don't know how much longer it's going to keep going, pampering it or not. Which means, hideously expensive or not, I'm putting the coffeemaker and a grinder on the wishlist. Like I said, this is our one real luxury that we allow ourselves, and we like it to taste right, and both of these items are supposed to be really, really good for that.]

A lot of scrambling now, getting ready for this week. In a year when already there's been SO MUCH to worry about, now I have to get a lot of stuff done over the next two days, and be prepared to pick up the heavy outside chores for a few days thereafter. Some of the reasons are good: For those who missed it, the [very, very] good news is that Wings is going to be able to get his oral surgeries handled, thanks to someone very dear to us both. That process begins next week.

The bad news is that there will be no CF oxygen concentrator for me. [The other bad news is that the thyroid tumors are narrowing my throat internally now, making swallowing more difficult, but that's for another day.] I wondered earlier at the enormous discrepancy in pricing on the concentrators, because most of them, even the lightweight ones, start at $3,500+ and go up from there. That's TEN TIMES what the one I was going to get through Amazon cost. Welp, apparently there's a reason for that, and it makes me think that the cheap one either wouldn't have lasted or simply wouldn't have worked from jump. The continuous-flow machines apparently need a larger, more complex motor to handle the load. The very cheapest one the local place can get is more than $3,500. So I'm SOL on the sleep-and-function thing for a good long while yet. The portable pulse one that I have isn't doing the job, and there's no way I can afford this, which means that the insomnia and pain and breathing problems . . . well, this is the way it's going to be, so I'd better get used to it. Which means, essentially, abandoning hope and just dealing with what is, as bad as it is. In the latter half of next week, I'm going to have to pick up Wings's share of the workload while he's recovering, and so my days are about to get a whole lot more fraught. Breathing is difficult enough for me at the best of times, so expect to see me only when you see me (and don't expect me to have enough resources to keep up with social conventions, because I can tell you right now that I won't).

And there are bills to pay and expenses to cover, and I paid the next round (three separate ones) two days ago, for a total of about $720, so I need to make enough sales this week to cover that. It would be nice to cover the $500 or so we paid out the last couple of weeks on groceries and animal feed and supplies and stuff for Wings's work, too. The three new pieces are up now, collectively, in today's feature post. There might also be another three, because he wanted to get through two sets this weekend, but I haven't had to chance to trawl through his bead inventory and lay out the ones for the next concept he has in mind; maybe today or tomorrow. Either way, look for some new, moderately priced informal sets (necklace, earrings, coil bracelet) to appear in the next day or two. 

Meanwhile, not much is changing on the pain front for me. I'm at an end for the moment, and with the spring winds apparently nearly here, it's only get to worse (much, MUCH worse). The pain and the breathing problems these last two or three weeks have buried me. About two weeks ago, I had the first really terrifying episode I've had in while, since switching up my meds and getting the ibruprofen entirely out of my system. I've had a number of smaller ones since, and it's probably mostly down to the asthma, but nothing's working. The headache is rooted in equal parts pollen and pred, and nothing's working. January was, quite frankly, a hell month, and this one is shaping up to be much like it. In the meantime, I have to navigate the weather and pain and expense and find a way to bring in income. There's a lot of year ahead of us, and we have to make steady sales.

Also unfortunately, I'm still reduced to trying to get work done with a torn ankle and subluxed forearm, hips, and knees, and now two barely functional hands, and a laptop that continues to deteriorate by the day (a camera, too, and both are essential for our work — not just mine, but his). The pain is . . . very bad these days. It's not a function of weather or cold, mostly, but of deterioration. In desperation, I've added one last supplement, a costly one, in hopes of getting it to ease off even a little; I won't know if it's going to work for at least a month yet. I'm also trying to plan for all the expenses of winter to come. The Pueblo closure started three and a half weeks ago, and as I said above, is slated to last two full months this time, so it will be worse than usual. In that period of time, there will be taxes to pay, his scrip to keep refilling, his dental work to try somehow to get done, and forget about my own follow-up tests, to say nothing of plumbing/wall repairs or all the work still unfinished on the house; I'm scrapping everything, because we can't afford it. Yes, I'm due for follow-up scans and biopsies already, and they're not going to happen, because we don't have five figures' worth of scratch to waste on it. I've still got to make sales, try to drum up new Patreon subscribers, do whatever I can to bring in more money, all on top of everything else. Folks can help in several ways (sales are always preferred). Oh, and I posted four new works a week or so ago, here and here, and I added something new, seasonal, and absolutely fabulous a few days later, so please share the links (also, BUY! they're all perfect for spring, Easter, upcoming festivities of any kind):
Please share everything. Thanks.



All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used 
or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

#ThrowbackThursday: The Shimmering Light of a Promise Fulfilled

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.

It's #TBT at The NDN Silver Blog, with a throwback only to the end of last year, a special commission from the holiday season. This was one of a series of nine ordered specially by a dear friend, each different, each a spiraling story of this land's earth and sky — and this one embodied the shapes and shades of sunlit waters, the shimmering light of a promise fulfilled.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. This work obviously will never be duplicated exactly, but if the style speaks to your spirit, simply inquire via the site's Contact form; Wings can create a version uniquely your own. And, as always, sales are very much needed (with an unusually huge cluster of bills for January alone, and two new and enormous health-related costs for Wings), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.


All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Like spring in here.

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I still have some blooms left from Valentine's Day, scarlet mini carnations, but yesterday, Wings surprised me by coming home with these. Lilies are my favorite, and I love the little Lily of the Incas; they're so inexpensive and they last forever. Over the course of the winter, he's bought me orange, scarlet, purple, and now this soft rose pink color. It's like spring in here, even with nighttime temps getting back down around zero.

And after what had been, up until now, a really, really frustrating day, the kind where you can't sit down and get anything done because every few minutes there's another derailment from outside, we just got some really, really good news with regard to Ona. Even the smallest things are good news right now, and he has a long hard road ahead of him. But every bit of good news is another weight lifted, for everybody. Like spring in here, indeed.

The rest is going to be mostly cut-and-paste, because I am now way, WAY behind on this day (and the week, and the month, and and and), and I'm going to be really slammed all week long (for the next two to three weeks, actually, at the very least), but there are a few newer things scattered through it, too. I'll have some of his new work to post maybe later today or to feature tomorrow; not sure yet. In the meantime, this is going to be a rough couple of weeks for him, because of what's ahead and what he's dealing with in other contexts, and rough for me, both because of what's ahead and my own health issues, chronic and current, being complicated further by lack of sleep. Expect to see me only when you see me, and maybe don't expect me to make a lot of sense, because the exhaustion is really taking over my brain.

Oh, and one other thing:  I'm adding the Amazon wishlist back on. ::Sigh:: we really can't function without it now; they've made themselves that indispensable, especially for folks who live in poor rural areas like we do. And I'm really, really going need to get some things that I can't get here, and soon (the kinds of things Amazon cards are useful for). I'm also going to need to add a new coffeemaker, because while I can baby this one along a while longer (it's broken in three different ways, but I can still use it, even if not easily so), the one I want to replace it is one I cannot bring myself to justify buying because of the cost. Coffee is our one real luxury, but it's too big a chunk at once, and we have medical stuff to deal with, and folks who need help besides. 

A lot of scrambling now, getting ready for this week. In a year when already there's been SO MUCH to worry about, now I have to get a lot of stuff done over the next two days, and be prepared to pick up the heavy outside chores for a few days thereafter. Some of the reasons are good: For those who missed it, the [very, very] good news is that Wings is going to be able to get his oral surgeries handled, thanks to someone very dear to us both. That process begins next week.

The bad news is that there will be no CF oxygen concentrator for me. [The other bad news is that the thyroid tumors are narrowing my throat internally now, making swallowing more difficult, but that's for another day.] I wondered earlier at the enormous discrepancy in pricing on the concentrators, because most of them, even the lightweight ones, start at $3,500+ and go up from there. That's TEN TIMES what the one I was going to get through Amazon cost. Welp, apparently there's a reason for that, and it makes me think that the cheap one either wouldn't have lasted or simply wouldn't have worked from jump. The continuous-flow machines apparently need a larger, more complex motor to handle the load. The very cheapest one the local place can get is more than $3,500. So I'm SOL on the sleep-and-function thing for a good long while yet. The portable pulse one that I have isn't doing the job, and there's no way I can afford this, which means that the insomnia and pain and breathing problems . . . well, this is the way it's going to be, so I'd better get used to it. Which means, essentially, abandoning hope and just dealing with what is, as bad as it is. In the latter half of next week, I'm going to have to pick up Wings's share of the workload while he's recovering, and so my days are about to get a whole lot more fraught. Breathing is difficult enough for me at the best of times, so expect to see me only when you see me (and don't expect me to have enough resources to keep up with social conventions, because I can tell you right now that I won't).

And there are bills to pay and expenses to cover, and I paid the next round (three separate ones) two days ago, for a total of about $720, so I need to make enough sales this week to cover that. It would be nice to cover the $500 or so we paid out the last couple of weeks on groceries and animal feed and supplies and stuff for Wings's work, too. The three new pieces are up now, collectively, in today's feature post. There might also be another three, because he wanted to get through two sets this weekend, but I haven't had to chance to trawl through his bead inventory and lay out the ones for the next concept he has in mind; maybe today or tomorrow. Either way, look for some new, moderately priced informal sets (necklace, earrings, coil bracelet) to appear in the next day or two. 

Meanwhile, not much is changing on the pain front for me. I'm at an end for the moment, and with the spring winds apparently nearly here, it's only get to worse (much, MUCH worse). The pain and the breathing problems these last two or three weeks have buried me. About two weeks ago, I had the first really terrifying episode I've had in while, since switching up my meds and getting the ibruprofen entirely out of my system. I've had a number of smaller ones since, and it's probably mostly down to the asthma, but nothing's working. The headache is rooted in equal parts pollen and pred, and nothing's working. January was, quite frankly, a hell month, and this one is shaping up to be much like it. In the meantime, I have to navigate the weather and pain and expense and find a way to bring in income. There's a lot of year ahead of us, and we have to make steady sales.

Also unfortunately, I'm still reduced to trying to get work done with a torn ankle and subluxed forearm, hips, and knees, and now two barely functional hands, and a laptop that continues to deteriorate by the day (a camera, too, and both are essential for our work — not just mine, but his). The pain is . . . very bad these days. It's not a function of weather or cold, mostly, but of deterioration. In desperation, I've added one last supplement, a costly one, in hopes of getting it to ease off even a little; I won't know if it's going to work for at least a month yet. I'm also trying to plan for all the expenses of winter to come. The Pueblo closure started three and a half weeks ago, and as I said above, is slated to last two full months this time, so it will be worse than usual. In that period of time, there will be taxes to pay, his scrip to keep refilling, his dental work to try somehow to get done, and forget about my own follow-up tests, to say nothing of plumbing/wall repairs or all the work still unfinished on the house; I'm scrapping everything, because we can't afford it. Yes, I'm due for follow-up scans and biopsies already, and they're not going to happen, because we don't have five figures' worth of scratch to waste on it. I've still got to make sales, try to drum up new Patreon subscribers, do whatever I can to bring in more money, all on top of everything else. Folks can help in several ways (sales are always preferred). Oh, and I posted four new works a week or so ago, here and here, and I added something new, seasonal, and absolutely fabulous a few days later, so please share the links (also, BUY! they're all perfect for spring, Easter, upcoming festivities of any kind):
Please share everything. Thanks.


All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used 
or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

A World Reborn In Storm and Wind and Light

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's a trio of new works drawn from Wings's newest signature collections of gemstone bead jewelry. It's a necklace, earrings, and coil bracelet, all complementary, all capable of standing entirely on their own, all the brilliantly colorful embodiment of a world reborn in storm and wind and light.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Inquiries via the site's Contact formAnd, as always, sales are very much needed (with an unusually huge cluster of bills for January alone, and two new and enormous health-related costs for Wings), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.



All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

It's brutal out there.

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That was yesterday evening; we thought the storm was moving out, but it's back, after a fashion. The peaks are still getting some snow, but down here, it's all a vicious northeast wind, with a high that can't pass the mid-twenties and wind chills more like single digits. It's brutal out there.

Brutal in more ways than one. I'm fighting infection on a couple of fronts (started with my sinuses, complications from all the early pollen and my worsening asthma). Meanwhile, Wings made the decision this morning to bump his dental work to next week, partly in response to some other things that have cropped up here, requiring certain obligations on his part. We also got some bad news last night, and he needs to be in the right frame of mind for this, because it's going to be a lot.

The rest is going to mostly cut-and-paste, because I am going to be really slammed all week long (for the next two to three weeks, actually, at the very least), but there are a few newer things scattered through it, too. I'll have some of his new work to post maybe later today or to feature tomorrow; not sure yet. In the meantime, this is going to be a rough couple of weeks for him, because of what's ahead and what he's dealing with in other contexts, and rough for me, both because of what's ahead and my own health issues, chronic and current, being complicated further by lack of sleep. Expect to see me only when you see me, and maybe don't expect me to make a lot of sense, because the exhaustion is really taking over my brain.

Oh, and one other thing:  I'm adding the Amazon wishlist back on. ::Sigh:: we really can't function without it now; they've made themselves that indispensable, especially for folks who live in poor rural areas like we do. And I'm really, really going need to get some things that I can't get here, and soon (the kinds of things Amazon cards are useful for). I'm also going to need to add a new coffeemaker, because while I can baby this one along a while longer (it's broken in three different ways, but I can still use it, even if not easily so), the one I want to replace it is one I cannot bring myself to justify buying because of the cost. Coffee is our one real luxury, but it's too big a chunk at once, and we have medical stuff to deal with, and folks who need help besides. 

A lot of scrambling now, getting ready for this week. In a year when already there's been SO MUCH to worry about, now I have to get a lot of stuff done over the next two days, and be prepared to pick up the heavy outside chores for a few days thereafter. Some of the reasons are good: For those who missed it, the [very, very] good news is that Wings is going to be able to get his oral surgeries handled, thanks to someone very dear to us both. That process begins next week.

The bad news is that there will be no CF oxygen concentrator for me. [The other bad news is that the thyroid tumors are narrowing my throat internally now, making swallowing more difficult, but that's for another day.] I wondered earlier at the enormous discrepancy in pricing on the concentrators, because most of them, even the lightweight ones, start at $3,500+ and go up from there. That's TEN TIMES what the one I was going to get through Amazon cost. Welp, apparently there's a reason for that, and it makes me think that the cheap one either wouldn't have lasted or simply wouldn't have worked from jump. The continuous-flow machines apparently need a larger, more complex motor to handle the load. The very cheapest one the local place can get is more than $3,500. So I'm SOL on the sleep-and-function thing for a good long while yet. The portable pulse one that I have isn't doing the job, and there's no way I can afford this, which means that the insomnia and pain and breathing problems . . . well, this is the way it's going to be, so I'd better get used to it. Which means, essentially, abandoning hope and just dealing with what is, as bad as it is. In the latter half of next week, I'm going to have to pick up Wings's share of the workload while he's recovering, and so my days are about to get a whole lot more fraught. Breathing is difficult enough for me at the best of times, so expect to see me only when you see me (and don't expect me to have enough resources to keep up with social conventions, because I can tell you right now that I won't).

And there are bills to pay and expenses to cover, and I paid the next round (three separate ones) two days ago, for a total of about $720, so I need to make enough sales this week to cover that. It would be nice to cover the $500 or so we paid out the last couple of weeks on groceries and animal feed and supplies and stuff for Wings's work, too. The three new pieces are up now, collectively, in today's feature post. There might also be another three, because he wanted to get through two sets this weekend, but I haven't had to chance to trawl through his bead inventory and lay out the ones for the next concept he has in mind; maybe today or tomorrow. Either way, look for some new, moderately priced informal sets (necklace, earrings, coil bracelet) to appear in the next day or two. 

Meanwhile, not much is changing on the pain front for me. I'm at an end for the moment, and with the spring winds apparently nearly here, it's only get to worse (much, MUCH worse). The pain and the breathing problems these last two or three weeks have buried me. About two weeks ago, I had the first really terrifying episode I've had in while, since switching up my meds and getting the ibruprofen entirely out of my system. I've had a number of smaller ones since, and it's probably mostly down to the asthma, but nothing's working. The headache is rooted in equal parts pollen and pred, and nothing's working. January was, quite frankly, a hell month, and this one is shaping up to be much like it. In the meantime, I have to navigate the weather and pain and expense and find a way to bring in income. There's a lot of year ahead of us, and we have to make steady sales.

Also unfortunately, I'm still reduced to trying to get work done with a torn ankle and subluxed forearm, hips, and knees, and now two barely functional hands, and a laptop that continues to deteriorate by the day (a camera, too, and both are essential for our work — not just mine, but his). The pain is . . . very bad these days. It's not a function of weather or cold, mostly, but of deterioration. In desperation, I've added one last supplement, a costly one, in hopes of getting it to ease off even a little; I won't know if it's going to work for at least a month yet. I'm also trying to plan for all the expenses of winter to come. The Pueblo closure started two weeks ago, and as I said above, is slated to last two full months this time, so it will be worse than usual. In that period of time, there will be taxes to pay, his scrip to keep refilling, his dental work to try somehow to get done, and forget about my own follow-up tests, to say nothing of plumbing/wall repairs or all the work still unfinished on the house; I'm scrapping everything, because we can't afford it. Yes, I'm due for follow-up scans and biopsies already, and they're not going to happen, because we don't have five figures' worth of scratch to waste on it. I've still got to make sales, try to drum up new Patreon subscribers, do whatever I can to bring in more money, all on top of everything else. Folks can help in several ways (sales are always preferred). Oh, and I posted four new works a week or so ago, here and here, and I added something new, seasonal, and absolutely fabulous a few days later, so please share the links (also, BUY! they're all perfect for spring, Easter, upcoming festivities of any kind):
Please share everything. Thanks.



All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used 
or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Red Willow Spirit: Renewal Within Reach

Photo copyright Wings 2020;
all rights reserved.

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's an edition of Red Willow Spirit for a season of brutal physicality, and of warmth and promise too. It's a reminder to take our lessons from the trees now, to remember that there is medicine on the wind, and renewal within reach.

The post is here. Wings's main page is hereAs always, his photos are available in any of the usual three formats; to order them or the silverwork shown, simply inquire via the site's Contact formAnd, as always, sales are very much needed (with an unusually huge cluster of bills for January alone, and two new and enormous health-related costs for Wings), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.



All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Monday, February 24, 2020

The egg is no more.

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.

The egg is no more.

It was bound to happen; she was so enamored of it that she insisted on bringing it inside with her last night. She kept it with her while she ate, and then slept with it next to her . . . and when she work up, she forgot it was there and rolled onto it.

Fortunately, she cleaned up most of the mess herself.

The rest is going to mostly cut-and-paste, because I am going to be really slammed all week long, but there are a few newer things scattered through it, too. I'll have some of his new work to post maybe later today, maybe tomorrow or to feature on Wednesday; not sure yet. In the meantime, this is going to be a rough week for him, because of what's ahead, and rough one for me, both because of what's ahead and the fact that I had a bad reaction last night and am again running on no sleep. Expect to see me only when you see me, and maybe don't expect me to make a lot of sense, because the exhaustion is really taking over my brain.

A lot of scrambling now, getting ready for this week. In a year when already there's been SO MUCH to worry about, now I have to get a lot of stuff done over the next two days, and be prepared to pick up the heavy outside chores for a few days thereafter. Some of the reasons are good: For those who missed it, the [very, very] good news is that Wings is going to be able to get his oral surgeries handled, thanks to someone very dear to us both. That process begins next week.

The bad news is that there will be no CF oxygen concentrator for me. [The other bad news is that the thyroid tumors are narrowing my throat internally now, making swallowing more difficult, but that's for another day.] I wondered earlier at the enormous discrepancy in pricing on the concentrators, because most of them, even the lightweight ones, start at $3,500+ and go up from there. That's TEN TIMES what the one I was going to get through Amazon cost. Welp, apparently there's a reason for that, and it makes me think that the cheap one either wouldn't have lasted or simply wouldn't have worked from jump. The continuous-flow machines apparently need a larger, more complex motor to handle the load. The very cheapest one the local place can get is more than $3,500. So I'm SOL on the sleep-and-function thing for a good long while yet. The portable pulse one that I have isn't doing the job, and there's no way I can afford this, which means that the insomnia and pain and breathing problems . . . well, this is the way it's going to be, so I'd better get used to it. Which means, essentially, abandoning hope and just dealing with what is, as bad as it is. In the latter half of next week, I'm going to have to pick up Wings's share of the workload while he's recovering, and so my days are about to get a whole lot more fraught. Breathing is difficult enough for me at the best of times, so expect to see me only when you see me (and don't expect me to have enough resources to keep up with social conventions, because I can tell you right now that I won't).

And there are bills to pay and expenses to cover, and I paid the next round (three separate ones) two days ago, for a total of about $720, so I need to make enough sales this week to cover that. It would be nice to cover the $500 or so we paid out the last couple of weeks on groceries and animal feed and supplies and stuff for Wings's work, too. The three new pieces are up now, collectively, in today's feature post. There might also be another three, because he wanted to get through two sets this weekend, but I haven't had to chance to trawl through his bead inventory and lay out the ones for the next concept he has in mind; maybe today or tomorrow. Either way, look for some new, moderately priced informal sets (necklace, earrings, coil bracelet) to appear in the next day or two. 

Meanwhile, not much is changing on the pain front for me. I'm at an end for the moment, and with the spring winds apparently nearly here, it's only get to worse (much, MUCH worse). The pain and the breathing problems these last two or three weeks have buried me. About two weeks ago, I had the first really terrifying episode I've had in while, since switching up my meds and getting the ibruprofen entirely out of my system. I've had a number of smaller ones since, and it's probably mostly down to the asthma, but nothing's working. The headache is rooted in equal parts pollen and pred, and nothing's working. January was, quite frankly, a hell month, and this one is shaping up to be much like it. In the meantime, I have to navigate the weather and pain and expense and find a way to bring in income. There's a lot of year ahead of us, and we have to make steady sales.

Also unfortunately, I'm still reduced to trying to get work done with a torn ankle and subluxed forearm, hips, and knees, and now two barely functional hands, and a laptop that continues to deteriorate by the day (a camera, too, and both are essential for our work — not just mine, but his). The pain is . . . very bad these days. It's not a function of weather or cold, mostly, but of deterioration. In desperation, I've added one last supplement, a costly one, in hopes of getting it to ease off even a little; I won't know if it's going to work for at least a month yet. I'm also trying to plan for all the expenses of winter to come. The Pueblo closure started two weeks ago, and as I said above, is slated to last two full months this time, so it will be worse than usual. In that period of time, there will be taxes to pay, his scrip to keep refilling, his dental work to try somehow to get done, and forget about my own follow-up tests, to say nothing of plumbing/wall repairs or all the work still unfinished on the house; I'm scrapping everything, because we can't afford it. Yes, I'm due for follow-up scans and biopsies already, and they're not going to happen, because we don't have five figures' worth of scratch to waste on it. I've still got to make sales, try to drum up new Patreon subscribers, do whatever I can to bring in more money, all on top of everything else. Folks can help in several ways (sales are always preferred). Oh, and I posted four new works a week or so ago, here and here, and I added something new, seasonal, and absolutely fabulous a few days later, so please share the links (also, BUY! they're all perfect for spring, Easter, upcoming festivities of any kind):
Please share everything. Thanks.


All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used 
or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Monday Photo Meditation: Hope, At Winter's End

Photo copyright Wings, 2020; all rights reserved.

Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's a photo meditation for a week when the outside world will trade celebration for fasting, even as here the Earth herself has been fasting for some time now. It's a reminder, too, to appreciate the gifts that she delivers in spite of it all, bringing us water and color and light, harbingers of future abundance . . . hope, at winter's end.

The post is here. Wings's main page is hereAs always, Wings's photos are available in any of the usual three formats; simply inquire via the site's Contact formAnd, as always, sales are very much needed (with an unusually huge cluster of bills for January alone, and two new and enormous health-related costs for Wings), so shares of the site links are much appreciated.



All content, including photos and text, are copyright Wings and Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.

Sunday, February 23, 2020

This one's hers.

Photo copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved.

Know what that is? It's the famous egg. As in Chinook's chicken egg from the other day. She carried it off, buried it, dug it up yesterday, brought it up to the house, let me take it . . . all without so much as a single crack in it. That's mud on it, from where she had buried it beneath a bush underneath the kitchen window. I put it up for her, and I'll give it back to her when she's ready to go outside again. This one's hers; she's earned it.

A lot of scrambling now, getting ready for this week. In a year when already there's been SO MUCH to worry about, now I have to get a lot of stuff done over the next two days, and be prepared to pick up the heavy outside chores for a few days thereafter. Some of the reasons are good: For those who missed it, the [very, very] good news is that Wings is going to be able to get his oral surgeries handled, thanks to someone very dear to us both. That process begins next week.

The bad news is that there will be no CF oxygen concentrator for me. [The other bad news is that the thyroid tumors are narrowing my throat internally now, making swallowing more difficult, but that's for another day.] I wondered earlier at the enormous discrepancy in pricing on the concentrators, because most of them, even the lightweight ones, start at $3,500+ and go up from there. That's TEN TIMES what the one I was going to get through Amazon cost. Welp, apparently there's a reason for that, and it makes me think that the cheap one either wouldn't have lasted or simply wouldn't have worked from jump. The continuous-flow machines apparently need a larger, more complex motor to handle the load. The very cheapest one the local place can get is more than $3,500. So I'm SOL on the sleep-and-function thing for a good long while yet. The portable pulse one that I have isn't doing the job, and there's no way I can afford this, which means that the insomnia and pain and breathing problems . . . well, this is the way it's going to be, so I'd better get used to it. Which means, essentially, abandoning hope and just dealing with what is, as bad as it is. In the latter half of next week, I'm going to have to pick up Wings's share of the workload while he's recovering, and so my days are about to get a whole lot more fraught. Breathing is difficult enough for me at the best of times, so expect to see me only when you see me (and don't expect me to have enough resources to keep up with social conventions, because I can tell you right now that I won't).

And there are bills to pay and expenses to cover, and I paid the next round (three separate ones) two days ago, for a total of about $720, so I need to make enough sales this week to cover that. It would be nice to cover the $500 or so we paid out the last couple of weeks on groceries and animal feed and supplies and stuff for Wings's work, too. The three new pieces are up now, collectively, in today's feature post. There might also be another three, because he wanted to get through two sets this weekend, but I haven't had to chance to trawl through his bead inventory and lay out the ones for the next concept he has in mind; maybe today or tomorrow. Either way, look for some new, moderately priced informal sets (necklace, earrings, coil bracelet) to appear in the next day or two. 

Meanwhile, not much is changing on the pain front for me. I'm at an end for the moment, and with the spring winds apparently nearly here, it's only get to worse (much, MUCH worse). The pain and the breathing problems these last two or three weeks have buried me. About two weeks ago, I had the first really terrifying episode I've had in while, since switching up my meds and getting the ibruprofen entirely out of my system. I've had a number of smaller ones since, and it's probably mostly down to the asthma, but nothing's working. The headache is rooted in equal parts pollen and pred, and nothing's working. January was, quite frankly, a hell month, and this one is shaping up to be much like it. In the meantime, I have to navigate the weather and pain and expense and find a way to bring in income. There's a lot of year ahead of us, and we have to make steady sales.

Also unfortunately, I'm still reduced to trying to get work done with a torn ankle and subluxed forearm, hips, and knees, and now two barely functional hands, and a laptop that continues to deteriorate by the day (a camera, too, and both are essential for our work — not just mine, but his). The pain is . . . very bad these days. It's not a function of weather or cold, mostly, but of deterioration. In desperation, I've added one last supplement, a costly one, in hopes of getting it to ease off even a little; I won't know if it's going to work for at least a month yet. I'm also trying to plan for all the expenses of winter to come. The Pueblo closure started two weeks ago, and as I said above, is slated to last two full months this time, so it will be worse than usual. In that period of time, there will be taxes to pay, his scrip to keep refilling, his dental work to try somehow to get done, and forget about my own follow-up tests, to say nothing of plumbing/wall repairs or all the work still unfinished on the house; I'm scrapping everything, because we can't afford it. Yes, I'm due for follow-up scans and biopsies already, and they're not going to happen, because we don't have five figures' worth of scratch to waste on it. I've still got to make sales, try to drum up new Patreon subscribers, do whatever I can to bring in more money, all on top of everything else. Folks can help in several ways (sales are always preferred). Oh, and I posted four new works a week or so ago, here and here, and I added something new, seasonal, and absolutely fabulous a few days later, so please share the links (also, BUY! they're all perfect for spring, Easter, upcoming festivities of any kind):
Please share everything. Thanks.


All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2020; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used 
or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.