Saturday is my long visiting day with Mother. After I curl her hair, we have lunch together. We listened to “The Careful Man” by Fredrick Forsyth. Mother’s favourite story. We have listened to it so often, I think we know much of the dialogue by heart. “That’s sarcastic” at the appropriate parts, we have a laugh at the greedy family and love the ending. We always sigh with satisfaction at the end.
I have been bringing Starbucks tall, no whip mochas, fresh fruit and ‘madeline’ cakes for dessert after lunch. The mocha is gone before I can hang up the clean laundry. So much for saving a bit to have with lunch. We have not yet ventured out onto the balconey this year. The weather has been outstanding until the rains returned today. Mom is a bit nervous about going outside. Her world has become so small. When her hair is curled, she looks like Mom again. A Nana Mouskouri tape was playing, another favourite, when I left. With the change in one of the medications, she is more alert. This is very good. Maybe we will see some stength return giving her the opportunity to try a few things. We shall see.
A wee sunset for you, now that the rains have returned!