Mom and Donald were in the lobby when I got there after work.
Continuing what has become fashion week, she was wearing a new outfit today too. It was a pretty pink sweatshirt with matching corduroy pants.
I told her she looked good and she said she couldn't see it. I asked her if she didn't look at it in the mirror. "I can just see my head, and that doesn't look good" she said as she laughed.
I asked her what her day had been like and she drew a big zero in the air and said "you know what a zero is don't you?"
Some singers were there for Martin Luther King Jr. day and she did enjoy that, even admitting as much. "They could really sing, they had beautiful voices" she said.
Donald was talking to one of the residents relatives on her way out and he ran to the door to let them back in when they came back. I acted like I was calling 911 to report someone about to jump someone outside. Mom protested. Donald said it would tickle me to death to see his photo in lockup. Mom said "he doesn't want to go through that just to tickle you."
Mr. Carpenter stopped and talked about 20 minutes on his way out. He said he had written a letter about the therapy situation for his mom and now that she was back she was getting therapy regularly. He finally left and as I was leaving mom told Donald "that was quite a conversation wasn't it."
