Tuesday, November 25, 2025 -- Mattie died 822 weeks ago today.
Tonight's picture was taken in November of 2002. Mattie was seven months old and desperate to walk! Mattie wanted to by-pass crawling and go right to walking and running! I spent many moments throughout the day supporting Mattie so he would get around on two feet, as he was a very mobile fellow! Notice his sweatshirt. My mentor at Union College, Dr. Twitty Styles, sent me this gift to celebrate the birth of Mattie. I LOVED Dr. Styles. He was my immunology professor and though my fellow classmates felt he was a tough professor, I did not view him that way at all. He was brilliant, charming, and brought scientific material to life for me. In fact, I credit him to turning my academic career around. He lit a spark within my mind, to be curious, to ask questions, and to investigate and turn to research for the answers! Any case, this sweatshirt gift for Mattie meant the world to me, as this college is where I met Mattie's dad, this is were my academic career began, and this was a campus I always hoped to visit with Mattie.
Quote of the day: It may happen that we miss the people we took care of more than we miss those who took care of us because the desire to love and the search for meaning are stronger than the desire to be loved. ~ Luigina Sgarro
It would be hard to describe the lunacy of my day! I woke up at 5:15am. I had to do this because I did not know the exact timing of the cable repair person or the inspector from the county who was coming to evaluate my new furnace. It isn't like I can just be responsible for myself in the morning! I have to allot time to feed and interact with Indie, to shower and dress, and make breakfast and clean up the first floor. Once that was done, I then had to go upstairs and manage my dad's hour long routine.
So once I got my dad downstairs this morning, I started the laundry, and got my mom situated. At 11am, everything seemed to happen at once. My dad's physical therapist arrived, my mom's physical therapist arrived, and the cable fellow also arrived. That doesn't sound bad, but neither of my parents can manage ANY THING without assistance, and I have to set them up for their therapy sessions. At one point I was dealing with the cable guy and my dad had urinated on the floor at the same time. I was so overwhelmed, that I wanted to put my head through a wall. But I dealt with all of it, as I jump from one task or crisis to the next.
At 2pm, the county inspector arrived. Mind you I asked for a morning appointment. No one cares about my schedule! The inspector had to go into my attic to evaluate the installation of the new gas furnace. I was concerned about him climbing up the pull down ladder because he had to be at least 350 pounds and seemed to be totally out of breath climbing the stairs. After his evaluation, I asked him how it went. He said, fine! But I learned two hours later that this wasn't the case. We failed inspection. Why? He wants to see the chimney vent certification before he will approve the installation. So I went back to our installer and hopefully we can resolve this issue, because I am exhausted from juggling contractors and workmen over the last two months.
Also I noticed that our front outdoor lights were NOT working again. I just had them fixed last week. I put two and two together and realized that during leaf clean up yesterday, the machines may have cut one of the electric lines. So I called my gardening company today to explain the problem and of course to complain. I could spend 24/7 on balancing the countless issues in and around this house. When I say.... God help me, I am neither exaggerating or being funny!
Changing subjects! Most of you know by now that Hallmark Movies are my therapy of choice. Last night I watched Holiday Hotline! This movie got me laughing, which I assure you is not easy to do. What is the premise of the movie.... well it features a phone hotline. Not for a mental health crisis, but for people who are having trouble preparing and cooking a turkey for the holidays! Seriously some of the hotline call ins were a riot.... a woman cooking the turkey in the plastic wrapper and wondering what she did wrong, another one wondering if he can defrost a turkey on the roof of his car, and the list went on! I found this absolutely a riot, and in the midst of the laughing, was also a charming story! Given my own life, there are days I wish I could jump right into the movie and escape from my own reality. As the settings for the movies are always lovely, people are genuine, there is a moral lesson, and most of all THERE ARE NO UNHAPPY ENDINGS.

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