Tonight's picture was taken on November 7 of 2007. Mattie was five years old and in kindergarten. That day, he lost a tooth in the middle of writer's workshop. Which was a creative writing component of his kindergarten lessons. Mattie wasn't always wild about writer's workshop, mainly because he was still learning to read and write. However, what came easily to Mattie was the creative story telling and the content. Which from my opinion are much harder to teach! The mechanics come in time. In any case, during writer's workshop, out popped Mattie's tooth. His teacher helped Mattie save it so he could bring it home for the tooth fairy. The tooth fairy was not just an ordinary gal at our home. Mattie always wrote a letter to her (and left it by his bedside), and he did not ask for money. He wanted something tangible for his tooth, and it varied. One time he asked the fairy for a necklace made out of pasta. Got to love him and that pearly white fairy always complied!
Quote of the day: Today's coronavirus update from Johns Hopkins.
- Number of people diagnosed with the virus: 46,574,414
- Number of people who died from the virus: 755,162
So I started a stack of items in the garage for the National Institutes of Health's (NIH) Cart. These things have to be loaded in the car for transportation tomorrow. If you have never been to NIH, it is an experience. In the way it is like going to the airport. You have to allow extra time because you can't just waltz in. You and your car have to go through screening. Literally you leave your car, you have to show ID, you have to be entered into their computer system, and go through a metal detector. Meanwhile, your car and its contents get inspected. In the past when I had bags and bags of candy, the inspectors always loved it, because I made sure I could leave them some. Now I am coming in with boxes, so who knows how that will go over. My appointment to meet people there is at 11am, and I will be leaving home at 9:30am or earlier, because of the challenges of commuting and getting onto the campus.
I also called about getting Sunny back on an anti-inflammatory. He still seems to have trouble getting up from a seated position and does limp for the first ten minutes of our walks. As if he has arthritis, but he doesn't! So I am hoping getting back on the meds will help him heal better from surgery.
Meanwhile the house saga doesn't end. We are back to having electrical issues. Now some of the lights won't go on at all. It isn't a breaker issue either. I have been spoiled for 27 years in Washington, DC, where I would call our front desk and within minutes someone would be at our door, willing to help, and usually resolved the problem that day. Now is another story. I am full time caregiver to Sunny, who is rehabbing, and a full-time (+++++) caregiver of the farm. Yesterday my friend asked me why I call the house, "the farm." Well ironically the address has Farm in it, which is convenient, but I am calling it "the farm," because I feel like I am living in a funny farm. Non-stop chaos, which I find debilitating physically and mentally.
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