I received a few well-meaning messages these past couple days in regards to all the work I’m doing. By work I mean lots of sewing and quilting.
Yes, it’s stressing my wrist. I have a special brace I wear overnight that’s just shy of being a cast. In the morning my wrist is happy and allows me to work all day.
I’m not actually working all day. I’m up at around 6am because the sun fills the bedroom by 7am and there’s no sleeping through that. Most especially because it gets too warm in there due to the bedroom being on the east side of the house. After breakfast and a shower I need to be doing something, I need to feel productive. Housecleaning takes less than a hour because I do it daily.
Being disabled means I can’t work a “real” job. I receive $720/month, all of which is eaten up within 24 hours by our bills. My husband is the only one who can work, but he’s not getting paid enough (who the fuck is?) so I do my best to make money. I create things and sell them. Or at least list them on Etsy and HOPE they sell.
I stop working under any of the following circumstances:
Not feeling “right”, which is usually what happens a few hours before a seizure.
Sunset has arrived. Yup, I stop working at sunset.
My sewing room is too warm. It’s on the west end of the house, we live in a desert, it gets REALLY hot in there from May-September. By 4pm I’m done. It’s why I start at about 9am.
I feel a burnout coming on.
My wrist is being a bitch.
Currently I’m grieving. Sitting idle just makes it so much harder for me to grieve. Creating things isn’t distracting, it’s cathartic. My grandfather LOVED quilts. My grandmother is a quilter, he 100% supported her, adored her work, and encouraged her. He was thrilled when he learned I’d taken up the family tradition. I create because it makes me happy, I know it made/makes him happy, and it helps me through this emotional mess I’m dealing with.
Not only am I grieving but am also poor, as you may have guessed. I create because it brings me joy and satisfaction, but also as a means of extra income. I’ve made $160.50 thus far this year. It’s not enough, so I make more and hope someone purchases the work. My financial situation isn’t helping with my grieving and has me extremely stressed. I need to stay occupied.
I appreciate your concerns. I ice my wrist when it swells or hurts too much, I take an NSAID (non-steroid anti-inflammatory drug) before going to bed so the swelling and pain diminish overnight, and I don’t rush my work. Thank you for your comments, but know that I’m well aware of what I’m doing as well as my limits.
New original 3D animated movie: Ducks. The secret life of ducks when humans aren’t looking.
Whenever ducks fly south in the winter, they’re actually flying to a big city of ducks where they talk and have jobs and have traffic lights with pictures of ducks in them and every billboard and storefront is a bird pun.
A generic duck guy is a young adult who feels inadequate because his dad is a big broker in the bread stock exchange.
He accidentally reveals the secret life of ducks to a human child, and now he must take her south with him to duck city. On the way they get into hijinks and find out about a big duck conspiracy or something.
I was thinking at first this was an actual movie
It will be if you just give me 3 years and $150,000,000
How many times would “duck” be confused between the physical action and the animal in question?
12 times for comedic effect. 1 time used ironically in a sad moment in the end of act II. And 1 time in the last act when the protagonist has to say something badass when he defeats the bad guy.
This winter, ditch the binoculars and rediscoverbird-watching with the hot new movie…….DUCK!!!!
If this post gets 100,000 notes I’ll start working on the script.
Well then…
Let’s get to work.
Without further ado, and over a year in the making:
Like, the Flint water crisis, right? I just read an estimate that it would take $55 million to bring clean water back to Flint. That sounds like a lot of money until you consider that’s less than a tenth of a billion dollars. Jeff Bezos is worth $118 billion. For less than .05% of his net worth, Jeff Bezos could bring water back to an entire town. At the most money I have ever had in my bank account, .05% of it could buy me like a burger. And not even a particularly nice one.
And let’s say, yeah, the ultra-rich are soulless monsters devoid of empathy or altruism. For .05% of his net wealth, Jeff Bezos could completely turn his public image around. Instead of being the asshole who exploits his workers, suddenly he’s the unlikely hero who saved an entire town.
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How do you have the power to become a hero at practically no personal cost and just
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In order to get a shot at going to Valhalla, you must die with a weapon in your hands. You just died and are now sitting in front of Odin’s advisory board as they discuss whether a spatula actually counts.
