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After all the money we poured into repairing the mower, it's still not working. We also have no one to help, because the young man we paid so generously for so long repeatedly bailed on Wings when he was most needed without so much as the courtesy of a phone call, so Wings is now doing all this himself. There's so much of it that he can only do it in stages. And it's keeping him out of the studio, too.
What the hell; it's been a god-awful week anyway. Still no sign of Kit now. Nothing on Chinook. Meanwhile, I knew we were cutting it very close over the last two weeks, even with the sales we made, but aside from the two end-of-month biannual bills we still need to cover (that's most of the $1,500, still), I miscalculated, thinking something had cleared when it had not. So now we're in the red, literally, and every bit of work I had planned for the rest of this week now has to be spent in chasing sales every waking moment. And after the horrible year it's been thus far, I am so very, very tired.
Over the last couple of months, we have had multiple deaths in our broader community, and folks who've needed help because of it (at least six or seven 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 (just among people we know, we've lost folks to West Nile, to COVID-19, to diabetes, to accident, to other 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. And we have. But we can't now.
Meanwhile, the drought is still killing us, too. The pandemic is killing us more. Our Web site hits have been cut in half — IN HALF — because of the economic havoc this pandemic, and the government's non-response to it, are wreaking daily. And 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, which is a HUGE problem now. Chimney cleaners are canceled. Medical appointments? Oh, that's funny. NOPE. Nothing else gets done until I get this month covered. We're part of the way there, but we've got a lot to go. And I still need to bring in the better part of $1,500 before month's end.
WE. NEED. SALES. BADLY. New piece just the other morning, here. Two brand new and purely phenomenal works from yesterday, here. Lots of other new works, too, cuffs and earrings and one new necklace. But all of this falls entirely on me; I'm the one who has to make it all work, and I'm up against a brick wall. 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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