My mothers gait is so unsteady that it is no longer safe for her to step into the tub. even if she managed to get in and turn the water on, she would not have a free hand for scrubbing. Somehow she manages to drag a wet washrag across her body most days... but her hair , very iconic- curliest of the curly jewish types of hair. The 60's were a god send for her and since 1965 she wore it fairly short in a huge afro, although as a child and into her 20's she attempted to tame it. It is all white now and rather thin. I washed it for her , she sat compliantly in her wheel chair (a rare event). Never the less she argued with me when I tried to get her to change her wet nightgown into a dry one. She had just put it on and changing it before it was dirty would be a waste in her mind.
I changed the bag on the old vacuum and managed a first pass over the book shelves and blinds, but the bag does not fit well and when I checked the interior was full of dust. The new bagless one should be here tomorrow.
Forgetfulness is getting closer and closer. Example
MM -is there something else to eat
Me - How about a plum
MM- ok, if they are ripe
5 min in kitchen looking for plum and deciding she must have eaten it , i cut up a peach and bring it to her
MM (on seeing peach) Oh I am not hungry, why are you giving me that.
I sit down to eat the peach and write a post.
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