Because I exist to titilate…
I’m planning, for some time this year or next, to have a gallery showing at my house. I’m working on a few paintings, at least three of which will be too big to scan practically, so this will be the only means to see these outside of bad photos that will likely be blurry from my carpal tunnel syndrome -I’m not likely to sell many, if any of them, but if I do, the gallery attendants will get the first chance.
Until then, as always, I’m actively taking donations for the garden; while my last active donation drive brought in more money than the most-immediate concern, a minor financial emergency took part in reducing that more than I’d like it to have, and now here I am begging again.
My most-immediate expenses I want to get done this year include
re-painting the porch: $90 (estimated)
re-gravelling the front path: $50 (estimate)
compost bin: $45
rain barrel: $50
a few bird feeders: $25 (estimate)
wood for bat houses: $20 (estimate, for two)
Bolded are the most immediate things; I can put off re-painting the porch until later in the season (so I don’t crush my flowers) or even early next year, since it’s most likely that I’ll do my gallery showing next year.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t be asking like this, but in spite of my humanoid meat-based house-mate getting his tax return early and him showing little annoyance at my tendency to rack up IOU’s, his 19-year-old cat, who is a a Viking, Fat Bob the Cow-Patterned, Who Fought The Dreaded Vacuum Monster And Won (dead serious) is due for geriatric bloodwork, which will end up taking a sizeable chunk of what’s left over from the tax return after paying up bills.
Don’t do it for me, do it for this cat!
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