Happy New Year, 2014

Happy 2025, everyone. I'm not making any promises to myself, and I don't know if that's just a symptom of old age or one of mild apathy. No one told me that aging would happen quite this quickly, what with the aches and pains and a new focus on building bone density. I'll have to admit that this part of my life...entering the "crone" stage...has helped me to understand my parents more. I needed that time to sooth my ruffled feathers and to gain insight into my mother's behaviors with me at any rate.

On this day in 2014, I wrote: "It's been a touch-and-go day with mom. Talked with the heart doc this afternoon, and it looks like she'll be admitted to hospital tomorrow morning for a day or two to manage a few things that are going on with her, including a growing resistance to Lasix and the need for a blood transfusion."

She had at least two blood transfusions, and I believe this was her first. I'm not sure, but as I continue to go through my journals I'm sure I'll learn. She was much sicker than a 1-2 day hospital stay, as we were to learn later. I do remember that much.

In the meantime, the deer in my parents' yard were a constant. The folks didn't know their yard was a deer path and had been for decades before they even purchased the house. This particular morning in 2014, there were four doe and one buck. The buck was hiding behind the bush, I think. The tree to the right was a crepe myrtle with lovely purple-pink blooms. You could see the top of the tree from the street, because it was a monster. I don't know if the folks planted it or not. It's just one of those questions that I didn't think to ask.