RedFox of Shadow
Nov. 13th, 2025 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAfter breakfast, the Sparrowhawk and I went over the first phase of the file box that is meant to hold all the information survivors might need, when we exit this mortal plane. It's a work in progress, but progress is being made. I feel stupid because only now have I realized that there are things people do that I never even thought about, such as having a banking app on one's phone. I am a dinosaur. Oh well. There will always be things to learn. Then I went out and raked up four more bags of leaves. I felt very wobbly at the end of it, and that was discouraging. But I had to stop anyway so I could go and get a flu shot.
Mademoiselle sent a group text to say that she was going to take her mom for an iron infusion. This is something that happens from time to time, because Madame's hemoglobin is ridiculously low. I used to think this might be due to her vegan raw food diet, but now she eats a much more balanced diet, so it probably isn't that. I feel there must be some underlying reason, but if it is known, no one has enlightened me, so I don't know. I felt vindicated in my intuition that yesterday was not the day to take her anywhere requiring extra effort. Then Mademoiselle texted again to say there was a change of plan and she was taking her mom to the ER because she needed a blood transfusion ASAP. The hospital has admitted her. They did this last time she had this type of crisis, and that last time was the precipitating cause of her going into memory care. I hope there won't be another downturn with this hospital stay, but honestly, although Mademoiselle blames her decline on the hospital, I thought she needed to be in memory care for quite awhile before she got there, so it wasn't all bad. Mademoiselle sent us a photo of Madame in hospital, and said hopefully that she is in good spirits. She doesn't look happy to me. She has the same expression that a cat has when taken to the vet. I hope she will feel better soon and not have to stay long.
Last night about 11, I stepped through the magic door onto my porch roof and gazed to the north. It was a clear night, and I could see Cassiopeia and the Pleiades, as well as Orion tangled in the trees to the east. I didn't see any of the marvelous curtains and swirls that appear on everyone's social media, but on the northern horizon, there was a pale greenish glow, and above it, a rosy purple tint. I saw it! I saw the aurora. I am very excite. I saw it once before, when my family went camping for the first time. We slept in the cold sand on the beach, because my parents couldn't figure out how to put the Army surplus tent up (even after they did, much later, it was known forevermore as the "saggy baggy tent"). They put Queenie into my father's Army sleeping bag, because she was the little one, and they were worried about her getting hypothermia. The rest of us had just some old blankets and sofa cushions for sleeping gear, so we had a wakeful night and saw all kinds of amazing things, like the aurora borealis and Sputnik! It was great. I am happy to have seen it again in my lifetime.
Mademoiselle sent a group text to say that she was going to take her mom for an iron infusion. This is something that happens from time to time, because Madame's hemoglobin is ridiculously low. I used to think this might be due to her vegan raw food diet, but now she eats a much more balanced diet, so it probably isn't that. I feel there must be some underlying reason, but if it is known, no one has enlightened me, so I don't know. I felt vindicated in my intuition that yesterday was not the day to take her anywhere requiring extra effort. Then Mademoiselle texted again to say there was a change of plan and she was taking her mom to the ER because she needed a blood transfusion ASAP. The hospital has admitted her. They did this last time she had this type of crisis, and that last time was the precipitating cause of her going into memory care. I hope there won't be another downturn with this hospital stay, but honestly, although Mademoiselle blames her decline on the hospital, I thought she needed to be in memory care for quite awhile before she got there, so it wasn't all bad. Mademoiselle sent us a photo of Madame in hospital, and said hopefully that she is in good spirits. She doesn't look happy to me. She has the same expression that a cat has when taken to the vet. I hope she will feel better soon and not have to stay long.
Last night about 11, I stepped through the magic door onto my porch roof and gazed to the north. It was a clear night, and I could see Cassiopeia and the Pleiades, as well as Orion tangled in the trees to the east. I didn't see any of the marvelous curtains and swirls that appear on everyone's social media, but on the northern horizon, there was a pale greenish glow, and above it, a rosy purple tint. I saw it! I saw the aurora. I am very excite. I saw it once before, when my family went camping for the first time. We slept in the cold sand on the beach, because my parents couldn't figure out how to put the Army surplus tent up (even after they did, much later, it was known forevermore as the "saggy baggy tent"). They put Queenie into my father's Army sleeping bag, because she was the little one, and they were worried about her getting hypothermia. The rest of us had just some old blankets and sofa cushions for sleeping gear, so we had a wakeful night and saw all kinds of amazing things, like the aurora borealis and Sputnik! It was great. I am happy to have seen it again in my lifetime.
