Vacation Is Over, and I Am Fifty.

I've added two new posts directly below this one.

Yes, I did buy this Bailey's cup - not to drink from, but to plant grass in for my poor old cat. He is old, but can still run fast. I am old and cannot, so I dare not let him outside to partake of the lawn as was his summer habit, since we have no fence. Won't the grass look cute sprouting from this cup? I think so.

It is true. On Sunday, June 1st, I turned 50. My wonderful children surprised me by giving me the exact sewing machine that I wanted. I am SO excited! One may wonder why I am excited, as the last time I used a sewing machine, a few minutes later I was flat on my back waiting to be hauled off to the hospital for emergency care. But that is a story found elsewhere in the bowels of this blog.

But the funny thing is, I spent the morning in the emergency room today. Although, not for me.

My dad called at 4:00 am (those early morning phone calls tend to age one, do they not?). He was extremely short of breath. THGGM drove me over and I called an ambulance. He is presently resting comfortably in the hospital while they work to remove fluid from around his lungs. He may also have a bit of pneumonia, so he is being pumped full of antibiotics. Sadly, this is just a day in the life of someone with congestive heart failure. Happily, lots of kind people were being extremely attentive to him, offering many more options for getting him back to the amount of health he can expect with all of the various and sundry conditions that ail him.

I am extremely tired. At fifty, I cannot function well on only four hours of sleep.

Yesterday, I didn't feel a day over 49.

Today, I do.

But then, I am.