Used to be Mother worried she would fall on the icy road crossing the street from her complex to the bank. I was summoned to drive her. She didn't trust the ATM nor her debit card. She wanted to deposit her cheques in person and wanted a receipt. She then went to the ATM to take out money. I wondered why she hadn't done it all in one transaction. She is quite sure the teller only takes money and doesn't give you any. She then went back to the teller to have him change her money into smaller denominations. Her whole banking experience took half an hour. I found myself slightly annoyed until I realised that this was her day out - her business - her purpose for being. My mother knows to the dime what she has in her accounts. She may not remember where she shopped that morning nor what she ate for breakfast, but by golly she knows what belongs to her and how much.
On another note, I noticed that her hair was very purple yesterday in all but a few spots which were very yellow. The blue shampoo we bought seems to work well when she applies it correctly. She didn't realise she was supposed to rinse it off. She had a perm last week and doesn't fuss with it now after she washes it. Her hair looks like a persion wool hat.
She's coming to spend Hallowe'en with me. Another sleepover. I can hardly wait.
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Pretty soon she will forget to comb it in the back.
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