I actually shipped out a few things this week, YAY! Still, about 75% drop in sales overall. Should be panicking, but just keeping my head down and making more goods. Lots of pantry tins changed up this week. I am in the middle of painting about a million crocks. I love them so far, and hope they look good in the final stage.
I might be done with the blue paint for a while, but I make no promises. I have a bunch of half-finished white goods on the work table presently and plans for some mustard and butter yellow to follow. Sales continue slow, thankful for the few things I've been able to send out.
Sun out yesterday, temperature above freezing at last, so I was outside for hours and took over 600 photographs for the shop. I had a couple of sales this week, but still sooooo slow.
I have lots of tiny little antique toys and used my little blue cupboard to photograph them all.
I am tentatively rejoining the world, working like mad to finish projects. Of course, this would coincide with the complete halt to internet sales. Today was payday, I got $2.14 from eBay and a bill from etsy that I owed $3. I don't enjoy this, but surely better times will arrive eventually. As I always do, I paint every thing that gets in my way blue, nothing new here.
It has been a treacherous two weeks, but we are seeing the light at last, for which I give all thanks to God and the good physicians he has placed around us. My husband came down with covid right after me, recovered as quickly, then one week later, he crashed bad. I don't know if it was yet another strain or what it was, but it was terrifying. His doctor reverted back to HcQ and few new things and he finally turned the corner 2 days ago and is doing well, if very weak.
I hope they are right and that this new strain will burn itself out, but who knows anything? What I find interesting is that 2 years ago, they locked us up, scared the crap out of everyone, had the death count glaring out at us on every news station and website. I didn't get it, because there were cases here, but they weren't overwhelming, hospitals in our area were almost empty and nurses and doctors were being laid off or having hours cut. Now, the death tickers are gone, no mention of overwhelming the hospitals, yet, for the first time since this started, our area hospitals have no beds left, they are rationing ventilators because they don't have enough for the huge influx of patients. Just going to point out that I live in the most highly vaccinated and masked portion of Iowa. I continue to not know, I don't know anything.
Well, I rung in the New Year by getting covid, almost exactly 2 years after I had it the first time. Before anyone knew what covid was, back to Christmas 2019, James saw a patient with a really weird pneumonia. He got the weird sickness a week later, then I went down for the count. He gave me a zpac at that time, worried about a secondary bacterial infection and I was better in a couple of days. He kept getting sicker and sicker, until he took a zpac, and he got better right away after that. We both had coughs though, that lasted for a month. We were stunned that our daughters never caught it. In hindsight, we are certain it was covid (he later checked the pneumonia woman's xray and it was classic ground glass that covid does to the lungs.) and at that point, the young were immune to it. Fast forward to New Year's eve 2021, I have exact same symptoms as before, but add to it that I throw up anything I try to eat. I am so sick, I can barely get out of bed. James takes me to be tested and I am positive (and he was wheeling me around the clinic in a wheelchair--I was that wobbly). Fortunately for me, the nurse practitioner I see believes in actually treating this disease and gives me the protocol of zpac, ivermectin, pepcid, turmeric, vitamin D, C and zinc. Now, here I am 2 days later and I don't feel even a little sick. 2 days from "So this is how it ends." to "Was I sick?" Treatments work, I am living proof.
