The day started out taking my mother to the beauty shop at Atria for her 10 a.m. appointment. The beauty shop is not open on Fridays, but Lucy, the beautician, made an exception and came in especially for my mother, so she would look good when I take her to lunch with her friends in San Rafael tomorrow.
The transformation was striking. She's been looking like the Wicked Witch of the West for weeks now. Her old self would be appalled at how she looked going to meals at Atria. But once she got her hair washed and set and her curls brushed out, I loved how happy she looked. Sadly, it is obvious that she will never be able to do this by herself again. The beauty shop has moved upstairs and it involves (a) knowing that it's upstairs, (b) finding the elevator, (c) knowing which button to push, and (d) navigating TWO hallways to get to the place. It was blatantly obvious that my mother was incapable of doing any of those things, so I guess I'll be taking her for hair appointments from now on. It takes about an hour from start to finish and I read in the shop for awhile, but the chair was uncomfortable, so I moved to the couch outside and that was better. Now that I know how long it takes, next time I might get something done while she's in the shop.
She can't retain the fact that we are meeting her friends tomorrow, so each time I mention it to her, it's like a fun new surprise all over again which, other than being tedious for me is kind of fun watching her get excited about it.
The transformation was striking. She's been looking like the Wicked Witch of the West for weeks now. Her old self would be appalled at how she looked going to meals at Atria. But once she got her hair washed and set and her curls brushed out, I loved how happy she looked. Sadly, it is obvious that she will never be able to do this by herself again. The beauty shop has moved upstairs and it involves (a) knowing that it's upstairs, (b) finding the elevator, (c) knowing which button to push, and (d) navigating TWO hallways to get to the place. It was blatantly obvious that my mother was incapable of doing any of those things, so I guess I'll be taking her for hair appointments from now on. It takes about an hour from start to finish and I read in the shop for awhile, but the chair was uncomfortable, so I moved to the couch outside and that was better. Now that I know how long it takes, next time I might get something done while she's in the shop.
She can't retain the fact that we are meeting her friends tomorrow, so each time I mention it to her, it's like a fun new surprise all over again which, other than being tedious for me is kind of fun watching her get excited about it.
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