Mom was in a much better mood tonight, although I'm not sure I can say much better shape. I stopped by a little after 8, and she was sitting in the main room. Her shoes were on the wrong feet, and her buttons were so crooked that she could hardly move her arms, but she smiled when she saw me.
She started talking about how "they" didn't like her clothes, but she couldn't help it because "My mother can't just hand me 100 dollar bills for new clothes any time I want. I'm just like any other woman of the 50s, but I guess that makes me too common for this place. Unlike that other woman"
I had no idea what she was talking about. 'What woman, Mom?
"The one that was killed."
'Oh, goodness. Let's fix your shoes Mom.'
I fixed her shoes and shirt and told her I needed to get home to eat. "Oh we're about to eat."
'I don't think so, Mom. I think your next meal is breakfast. Do you want me to walk you back to your room?'
"No, I'll stay out here."
The nurse had been sitting out with one of the other residents and said "Your mother loves to dance. We put a waltz on and she was dancing all over the place." Mom was grinning from ear to ear "Do you like classical music, Mrs Mahan?"
"Oh no way. I like country music!"
I gave her a hug and a kiss on her head and told her I would see her tomorrow. The only other thing worth noting is that
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