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I feel as over it as this little dude apparently does: with this drought, this year, this summer, this month, this week, this day. I've been up for 24 hours straight, no sleep, because of the freaking ragweed pollen and other night-blooming things. I can't breathe, which means a pred dose, which means a monster headache —and of course, with no sleep, my pain levels are completely unmanageable now.
And that's nowhere near the worst of it.
The drought is killing us. The pandemic is killing us more. I'm up against the wall, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. As I said yesterday, things are frankly desperate, and I don't know what to do.
I paid our first quarter taxes out of my Patreon, which basically wiped it out. I have to pay the second quarter by Wednesday, and I can just do that, thanks to the sales that have come in this weekend (and I am profoundly grateful to each and every one of you who bought something, or shared links, or otherwise boosted us). We also got another of biannual bill in the mail Friday, one I forgot about. January and July suck, because some stuff comes due in those months that we can forget about the rest of the year. So while the taxes are now finally covered, there are still all the OTHER things to pay for this month. We've jettisoned everything we can: We bumped reseeding to winter, which turns out to have been a good move, because this drought would kill it all. The well? There's no way we can get in August's drilling queue. None. I've given up on that. I don't know whether we'll be able to do it before next year; if we can't, we can't reseed, either, and probably can't plant again in the spring. Plumber's canceled, again. Chimney cleaners are canceled. Medical appointments? Oh, that's funny. NOPE. Nothing else gets done until I get this month covered, and I'm still $1,500 out from being able to do even that.
Why is it so bad? Beyond the biannual stuff, this year has been absolutely hellish for everyone. We have had multiple deaths in our community, and folks who've needed help because of it (at least five or six that I can think of off the top of my head, including a couple last week). Folks with a house fire. Others with family illnesses. Everyone needing help because of the pandemic; so many out of work, jobs not coming back, no tourism at the Pueblo for those who are artists to make sales there, because it's closed (and rightly so, but that doesn't help the folks who can't pay the rent as a result). We thought we'd be able to help with food from the gardens, but the drought has killed that, too. But when folks need help, and you have it, you give it however you can. [Meanwhile, infection rates are spiking state-wide, and tourists are coming in in droves, not to buy, but to "escape" and in the process infect everyone in the county. MORE THAN EIGHT HUNDRED OUT-OF-STATE VEHICLES FRIDAY NIGHT. They have to block the roads, and they're not doing it.]
WE. NEED. SALES. BADLY. New piece just the other morning, here. Lots of other new works, too, cuffs and earrings and one new necklace. So please. Share the links; they're here:
[Also, the wishlist is back in force. There are things I absolutely cannot get except through Amazon, and I can't add that stress onto all the others now. It's breaking me.] Please share everything. Thanks.
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