Saturday, February 3, 2024
Tonight's picture was taken in January of 2003. Mattie was 9 months old and at that point he loved crackers and cereal. He wasn't in love with sitting in a high chair, but he tolerated it as we always played games and had all sorts of interactions to distract and engage Mattie's mind. Look at those big beautiful eyes!
Quote of the day: Your place I’ll hold, you will be missed, the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this … I loved you best. ~ Jim Willis
I had my usual routine this morning of waking up at 6:30am, feeding the cat, getting myself showered and dressed, made breakfast, cleaned out the cat litter box, vacuumed the first floor, and then went upstairs..... made my parent's bed, got my dad washed and dressed and downstairs for breakfast. Started the laundry. My dad's physical therapist came over at 11am. Physical therapy for my dad is crucial, as the key to keeping him at home is his ability to move. Thankfully I have been able to secure four sessions of PT for my dad each week.
While my dad was in his session, I hopped on my Saturday support group meeting. This was the second session I attended. The first session was a speaker's session, where a guest led a discussion. So today was more like a real support group session. The session was three hours LONG. Honestly by the time I was finished I wanted to lie down, but in my house that isn't possible, as my parents were ready to go out for frozen yogurt. Something I promised to do with them in the afternoon.
Typically I am not a support group type of person. I did not excel in this form of therapy in graduate school either. Why? Two issues. The first, if I am experiencing a crisis, I really do not want to hear yours! I don't like comparisons or hearing unsolicited advice. But my second issue is I land up getting very wrapped up in group member issues, that I want to serve in a counseling capacity rather than as a fellow group member! What I can report is I have already become friends with one woman in the support group and get this.... she lives in England.
This afternoon, I drove my parents to the frozen yogurt store. When I got out, I could see that a whole girl scout troop was inside, therefore there were NO chairs and tables. I knew I had to come up with plan B. Frankly I was tired and hungry, and just wanted to go home. But I knew that wasn't the solution. So I looked up on a map what else was around us and found a Dairy Queen. I am a big DQ fan! It reminds me of all my trips to the North Carolina beaches! Which is where I had my first DQ experience and was introduced to a DQ Blizzard!