Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The pineapple light doesn’t work. I found it in my office yesterday morning, the cord neatly wrapped around its base. I figured Rob had put it there. Indeed he had. Mom had protested that she didn’t want the lamp in her room and made him “get rid of it”—so much for my valiant effort to help her overcome fear of the dark. Apparently, lights also spook mom. There’s no telling.

Mom and I have a chiropractic appointment at 2:00 with Dr. B. So when mom got up this morning, I showered and dressed her immediately. No protest this time. I don’t use washcloths anymore; I now use paper towels. They are soft enough when wet and laden with liquid soap, and I don’t have to worry about disinfecting the life out of them.

After her shower, mom brushed her hair, which falls out prodigiously. When I went in to inspect why the water was running full tilt, I found that she was cleaning her brush out in the sink and washing the hair down the drain, possibly accounting for the foul smell I have been getting from the sink. I use drain cleaner and white vinegar often enough, but now I will have to keep my eye on her brush-cleaning tactics. She assured me there were only 2 hairs on the brush. Uh huh. Drain cleaner at the ready.

Well, at least mom is washed, has eaten breakfast, and is ready to go. This windy fall day looms ahead. Who knows what other surprises will be dropped at my feet.