Friendship Means Not Having to Put Your Pants On for Friends

Nan’s Visit on Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The mother who was concerned about too much cleavage being shown by Dana and me a month earlier had a different take on her own modesty, according to what Nan reported.

            Nan just called to talk to me about Wed.  She said Mom was the worst she’d been in a long time, obsessed with her BM, going to the bathroom over and over, afraid of Kay, and anxious to make her escape—even trying to get out the door with Nan.  She also had a bruise on her hand, and several people took a look at that, but Mom couldn’t remember where she’d gotten it and tried to wash it off.  At one point, Mom came from the toilet with three padded panties on but no other pants, and when the aide said, “Don’t you want to pull up your pants before your friend sees you?” Mom said, “Oh, I’ve known her for over forty years!” 

            “That’s what friends are for.”

            Love,

            Tina/Mom