A view from William S. Hart park, Newhall, California
Human kindness is overflowing in my life right now: From strangers sent over to my blog by blogger friend Janie Junebug; from my husband's eldest sister, who left a long and loving message about the love the family feels for me and thanking me for taking care of her brother; and from all the rest of his family and many friends. From all of you, my blogger friends, who don't seem to mind that I'm so tired and not able to get back to all of you, reading your latest posts and leaving my comments. Kindness from old friends and new. Thank you.
A colorful bottlebrush tree.
Thursday, my husband had the final surgery related to the liver transplant, where they attached the bile duct to -- where I don't know, doesn't matter -- intestines perhaps? The doctor said he would call when the surgery was over, no one did. No one called with updates, in the past a nurse called. By day's end I was scared, really scared. I lost all the peace I had felt, my stomach churned, my heart beat too fast, and my mouth was dry......
The barn at the park. You can see the face of one of the two horses that live at the park through the opening in the middle. Part of Mr. Hart's conditions when he donated the estate to the county was: Entrance should always be free and farm animals should always be kept there.
I couldn't resist another picture of this sweet deer.
Yesterday, I learned that a few other medicines were reduced. He is still in critical condition, or as the nurse, from somewhere in the British realm, said in her lovely accent: Guarded.
Rachael gave me 18 eggs from these and the rest of the chickens at the park.
I am holding up pretty well. I only drive to Los Angeles twice a week now, Wednesdays and Sundays, but it still makes me so very tired. I slept 11 hours after I got back on Wednesday and I'm still tired today. And with gas prices on the rise, two days a week of gas and UCLA parking will cost me close to $500 a month. That includes a McDonald's latte on the way home, but no food -- I bring my own because food is so expensive at the hospital (or so it seems to me, who has not spent much time in restaurants since moving to the canyon).
Other than that, I enjoy being alone and getting a lot of work done around here. I managed to put our electric lawnmower back together and charge it, so today I will begin to mow weeds and grasses that are popping up everywhere after the December rains. They don't need much to come to life.
And I'm cleaning out our two freezers, getting rid of old, expired, food. When done, I'm taking that and the rest of the stuff I purged from hubby's boxes (3 large trash bags) to the dump. I enjoy this kind of mindless, but result producing work a lot right now. Doing it adds to my physical tiredness, but in a good way, and I sleep remarkably well, considering.
I will end with the picture of the Asian pheasant, and, for the first time, with hope for the future. It will be a very long journey.