More of the work: He's spreading moldy hay out at the south end for the elk. All of the wild creatures are going to have a hard winter of it in this drought.
Today's been a day, beginning with a big disruption early. Stormy, who is all of five months old, also either has a UTI or is already in heat, and her spaying isn't scheduled until January 14th, which was the earliest available slot. All the vets are backed up with spay/neuter services into next year, another effect of the pandemic.
I also had to shell out more than $230 on meds today, plus get the booster shingles vaccine, which the first time around gave me 3 weeks of unadulterated misery, and I can feel it beginning already. Add to that that we need to buy firewood from our guy why he still has it at a decent price ($800 for a full trailer-load, which will be double that before long, so we need to take advantage of it now). I'm beat, and I have all my work yet to do, so the rest is cut-and-paste, and the only thing that really matters is that we're running out of time to make holiday sales to get us through the next spring, so please share the links.
We were very blessed a few weeks ago to be able to cover November's expenses and get hay for the horses and firewood for the winter. But it's December now, and my Patreon payout yesterday was down by some $400+. I'm pretty sure a couple of them are folks whose credit cards expired and they just need to update their accounts, so if that's you, please do; this is BIG hit for us. But most of them, I suspect, are folks who simply can't swing it this month, because four years of a Nazi gutting everything and now a raging pandemic have destroyed people's safety nets. If that's you, don't worry about it. Unsubscribe immediately if you need to; things are hard enough without folks worrying about something like this, too. Storm all around, indeed.
Of course, what that means is that I have to make up the difference with sales. As grateful as we are for our current blessings, we also know that real winter hasn't even arrived yet, and it will be a long one. Cases continue to spike state-wide and locally both, and deaths locally, too. If they allow ski season to open on December first and allow tourists in, unquarantined, our local numbers are going to be deadly indeed. Meanwhile, the economy is wrecked already, and the number of people who need help climbs by the day.
This is all by way of saying that, blessings or no, I have still got to make consistent sales somehow, through the end of the year and beyond. In more ordinary years (long since gone now), our holiday sales alone carried us through the winter, the late winter/spring closure, and on toward summer. Those days are gone, and the closure is already here (and if not permanent, it's the next thing to it). We will still need to sell Wings's work regularly to make it. So please share the links, and if/when you're in the market for gorgeous, authentic, Spirit-infused Indigenous wearable art, Wings will have something perfect for you. Check out last Wednesday's brand-new masterwork; it's extraordinary, and it's meant for someone out there. There will be another, very different new masterwork coming possibly today. The links are here:
Oh, and there are some additions to the wishlist: The towels folks took off it last month are the absolute best I've ever used in my life, so I put a few more sets on there; it will mean I don't have to keep running these two through the laundry all the time. Also, there's a hideously expensive chiropractic gun on there, but even at that price, it's only a couple of appointments and it's already paid for itself. It's for both of us, but mostly for Wings, and this is the model that was recommended to him. Thanks.
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