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Tonight's picture was taken in August of 2004. We were in Los Angeles visiting with my parents. Their next door neighbor, Betty, was very fond of Mattie. So when Mattie visited, she always sent over things that belonged to her grandchildren. During that visit, Betty gave Mattie this cute table and chair and of course Mattie love it and incorporated it into his play schemes. Two things always came with Mattie.... his sippy cup of milk and a toy vehicle of some sort!
Quote of the day: We do not "get over" a death. We learn to carry the grief and integrate the loss in our lives. In our hearts, we carry those who have died. We grieve and we love. We remember.” ~ Nathalie Himmelrich
My days are a blur! Today was no different. I looked out the window this morning at the pool and was disgusted. It looks like a dirty bathtub. Because the water level has been down for weeks now, the pool filters and skimmers have been turned off. Otherwise they would have burned out. However, this current state is not sustainable. I am sure I am driving my pool company crazy! As I now am working directly with the owner of the company and sending her daily updates and pictures. They come back out tomorrow to try to help me address this murky mess, as I still awaiting a quote to resurface part of the pool. I can't wait to see the cost of that, but at this point I have no choice but to deal with it, because the patch of the cracks did not solve the problem. Each day, is another crisis and I hate it all. I hate facing this alone and managing everything on my own. It just isn't fair, but then again, I learned a long time ago, LIFE IS NOT FAIR. Truly given all that has happened to me, I struggle with what is the point of life and my daily existence.
My dad had his physical therapy session today. This particular therapist gets my dad outside and into the backyard when the weather is nice. I am so glad she insists on this because otherwise my dad would never get to the backyard. Of course no session would be complete without multiple bathroom incidences, which is why I can never leave the house during a therapy session.
Once the session was over, both of my parents rested. My mom is a mess. She is depleted from the flu shot. While they were resting, I went to the grocery store. I had to get this chore over with because on Friday, I am up again at 5am, in order to balance my morning routine and then work with the doorbell fellow at 8am. This is round two of the doorbell saga. When this fellow first visited on Monday, he told me he couldn't install a new doorbell because I needed a new doorbell transformer. That sent me down another rabbit hole, but thanks to Bob the electrician, I now have the transformer in place. I just hope tomorrow goes smoothly because I have a tight time line in which I will be juggling the repair person, getting my dad to his memory care program and then taking Indie for her annual vet appointment. I feel like I am constantly on a thread mill, running from one chore, task, or crisis to another.
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