'Twas a busy weekend. Friday, we had plans, but ended up sleeping damn near all day. Our lives have been busy and stressful of late. Saturday was the Inappropriate Hafla, hosted by Kallisti Tribal. This one definitely set the bar. There were unicorns, a five minute fart joke danced by some of the prettiest girls around, Toya broke it down, there were giant purple penii eggplants, and, um, Verve looked like this:


A take on Old West pastiche.

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Also vended on Saturday. Made enough for J's birthday gift while we are in NC. We're getting massages. We need massages.

Sunday was faire and I saw a lot of people I love. I needed the influx of good energy. Truth be told, though I'm putting on a good show in public, I have been stressed to hell and back about Olive and how we're going to pay for all the medical care she needs, so a lot of times I feel much closer to tears than I'd like to be. It will all work out, it will. But in the meantime, I am really shaken up. Anyway, back to faire: saw music, danced a little, saw several dancers I wanted to pelt with the slingshot of shame for being rude to the performers onstage, at a big ol waffle, bought some oil. Forgot to buy the marshmallow honey. Did not take pictures.

Monday, we went to the zoo with my brother and his gf, 'cause my bro gets tickets through his work. The chimpanzees were playing. I sat and watched them the longest, and we got to see a polar bear feeding. Overall, by 4 pm, I had had enough of being on my feet for one weekend. We stopped at Target for some odds and ends (including some arch support inserts for my freakish feet), and then I came home and burrowed into book 2 of The Hunger Games trilogy. I'll post when I finish the trilogy (hopefully, on vacation, as I have precious little time this week), but for right now: they are crack. Terrifying, uncomfortable crack.

Now, to focus on getting orders out the door.

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This is Olive.

This is her story. She is about a year and a half old. She's already been through a lot in her short little life, but she's a fighter. She's also cost us over $2,000 easy this year on vet bills due to a serious eye infection that required a specialist ophthalmologist, and now her strange and funny gait has turned into something that is slipping ever closer and closer to paralysis. The $400 x-rays confirmed that four of the vertebrae in her upper back seem to be fused together or at least malformed in a way that is putting pressure on her spine. The rapid degeneration of her back leg function seems to be suggesting that this is doing damage to her spinal cord. In short: I am a panicked mess. Our vet has referred us to a veterinary neurologist, and her first appt is Thursday.

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Called up Olive's new neurologist, Dr. Gainsburg. Interestingly enough, he's based out of the same operation where we took her for her thousand-dollar eye infection. We were able to bump up her appointment to Thursday morning-- before we leave. Since things seem to be progressing more quickly now, we figured it was for the best.

He thinks she will need an MRI. We will get an estimate on Thursday. But my googlesearching says that an MRI for a cat can be anywhere from $700 - $3000. That is money we don't have. Were it not already paid for earlier in the summer, I would under no circumstances be going to NC next week, and then our anniversary weekend in October. I mean, we never got to go on a honeymoon, so I shouldn't feel TOO guilty, but still. There you have it. I'll probably still take work on vacation to try to get some more stuff up the minute we get home. I can make more pumpkin earrings, for instance.

Anyhow, any spare money we have from now on is going towards Olive. A friend has a tip about a local animal hospital that *may* be able to give us a loan, or at the very least put us on a payment plan. I have my fingers crossed. Because if she turns out to need surgery, that is going to be a drop in the bucket.

(And yes, for the record, one person has said "but it's just a cat!" to me, and I had to forcibly stop myself from clawing at his goddamn face.)

Breathe. Breathe. Oh my god, breathe.

So. Game plan: the next group of labradorite pendants will be going on Ebay in hopes that an auction will fetch more money. I will be brainstorming a collection of earrings JUST for fundraising. Many of you guys have suggested I accept donations. It may come to that, but I'm going to try to earn it first. If it looks like that won't happen, I will accept donations, and then turn any potential overages over to a local no-kill shelter. Probably Small Miracles-- where Flissy took "Sampson," the snuggly kitty boy we rescued a few months ago. (Who, by the way, is no longer on their adoptions page. I need to call and confirm he was given a home, but considering they're an excellent shelter, signs are hopeful.) ETA: He was adopted! WOO HOO.

I have been having panic attacks all day. I want to barf and cry and pass out all in one go.

liminalia's daughter is missing. Please go look at these pictures and call the police if you see this girl.