And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

Decided I better get this blog up while I could. Today is the day my ginormous electric bill is due and no Christmas miracles happened (do they ever?) I sold a few prints over the weekend but not enough to even put a dent in it. Im getting a full blown lesson in SURVIVAL old school style. Done this many times growing up so its not new.
I do have a little grill, so that will be how I cook my food and I do have an old percolator I can put on the grill to make my coffee ☕
Got those necessities covered! The house has a lot of natural light luckily- in all the rooms. Bundling up and layers for the cold. No biggie. I can find little public spots to charge computer and phone. Things will just be very quiet and the sun will govern activities for awhile.

I really can't sweat it. I've done everything in my power to produce, create, sell and also do projects for work that take forever to get approvals on. Almost everyone ignores your sales and efforts and it's just like that. It always has been. But can't sweat it. Im a survivor and its time to survive a little harder.
My moms getting evicted so Im actually more concerned with her situation (thanks gentrification!) more than my own. Its just a tough time all around.
I look through my mail and see THANKS FOR DONATING TO SAVE THE CHILDREN, SPCA, NATURE CONSERVANCY...no regrets- I love to help and they need it. I never donate to myself though 😂😂😂 My big heart forgets the light bill!
Well shit- guess I can buy some marshmallows and enjoy home grilled Smores now! 😂
I'll let you know when my lights get snuffed and if the blog goes quiet Im just busy trying to rebuild my castle in the sand.
" And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually " - Jimi Hendrix

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