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Look at that chalky, dusty land; almost no green, and almost no green on the trees, either. It's going to be a gargantuan task to save them, and it's beginning to look like we're already too late to save the four big willows on the north side, plus the two big elms at the gate, the giant blue spruce, and countless aspens (despite Wings working full-out for years now to keep them all alive). In the meantime, we have seven additional horses to feed and water (that's nine total), and they've already vacuumed up everything edible on the land. We've ordered two giant bales for delivery tomorrow morning to feed them, and theoretically we'll get reimbursed, but . . . I also have to pay $500 cash on my medical stuff tomorrow, plus another $330, apparently, that nobody bothered to mention, over $3K spread across two tax payment, plus vehicle insurance and and and and. Did I mention it's all in cash? It's all in cash.
Almost no green is an understatement. I don't know how I make all this work without sales.
I'm tired. I can barely walk. The pain doesn't give me a break. Neither do the winds, the cold, or the smoke, or the pandemic that our useless politicians refuse to mitigate even as new pathogens add to the mix. We don't have any downtime. Every spare minute for Wings is spent on hard labor, trying to save the land; he can't get enough studio time anymore. Every spare minute for me is trying to chase sales, and I don't have many of those spare minutes, because everything takes me much longer these days. If tomorrow doesn't begin to work on my pain, I don't know what I'm going to do.
I really don't.
Links are here:
- Sales here;
- Testimonials here;
- Amazon wishlist here (priorities are first and foremost, the other ladder, the Thermacell lanterns [the flies are already out, so the mosquitoes won't be far behind], and the liquid soaps, which we can't get locally but prevent our hands from cracking and bleeding given that we're forced to wash them fifty times a day);
- Patreon here;
- Ko-fi here.
We're still hoping to put aside enough for a new well when the ground thaws enough to drill in the spring, too, Nah, we've given up on the well. No one's available to drill before the latter half of summer, and the tax burden means we would never be able to afford it anyway. But it's perhaps even more of a good time to make a purchase, because Uncle Sam is a vindictive colonizer, and my current stress levels about paying it all are off the charts. And there's lots of fabulous work, so please share all of the links.
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