Dressed for dinner

Today I found my mom in bed, stroking the white cat, Jenna, that now hangs out in her room. She was a bit disoriented and asked me what she was doing there. I took it all in stride. "You're petting the cat, that's what." She had an appointment to get a steroid injection into her knee, and in doing that with her, I got the good idea (sniff sniff) that what she needed was a spa day.

Back at Silverado I told her the doctor said she had to shower right away for the injection into her knee to take effect (I'm becoming an expert liar), so she stripped down and got into the shower. I washed her hair and soaped her down. Later, I rubbed her with lotion, trimmed her nails, and scrunched her hair to bring back the curls. I discovered that the dirty clothes I'd handed over on Tuesday weren't back yet, but I could find clean enough stuff in every category except bra. Oh well. I put some make up on her and congratulated her for being so well dressed for dinner, and the overall effect was that she seemed more confident and settled. She was sorry to see me go, but she understood and even said, "Well, I might as well sleep here after dinner."

Now if I could just get Silverado to help her sort out her dirty clothes and make sure someone washes her hair every now and then. Or maybe I'll keep doing it. It is a nice way to spend time with her.